Rabbit City

Post N° 133

this is your life

the dust brothers

and you open the door

and you step inside

we're inside our hearts

now imagine your pain

is a white ball of healing light

that's right, feel your pain,

the pain itself,

is a white ball of healing light

i don't think so



this is your life

good to the last drop,

doesn't get any better than this

this is your life, and it's ending

one minute at a time

this isn't a seminar

and this isn't a weekend retreat

where you are now

you can't even imagine

what the bottom will be like



only after disaster

can we be resurrected

it's only after you've lost

everything that you're

free to do anything



nothing is static,

everything is appalling (evolving),

everything is

falling apart



you are not a beautiful and unique snowflake

you are the same decaying

organic matter as everything else

we are all a part of the same compost heap

we are the all-singing,

all-dancing crap of the world

you are not your bank account,

you are not the clothes you wear

you are not the contents of your wallet

you are not your bowel cancer

you are not your grande latte

you are not the car you drive

you are not your fucking khakis



you have to give up



you have to realise that someday you will die,

until you know that you are useless

i say let me never be complete

i say may i never be content

i say deliver me from swedish furniture

i say deliver me from clever art

i say deliver me from clear skin and perfec
t teeth

i say you have to give up

i say evolve, and let the chips

fall where they may



i want you to hit me as hard as you can



welcome to fight club

if this is your first night

you have to fight