Sing, and the hills will answer; Sigh, it is lost on the air. The echoes bound to a joyful sound, But shrink from voicing care.
Rejoice, and men will seek you; Grieve, and they turn and go. They want full measure of all your pleasure, But they do not need your woe. Be glad, and your friends are many; Be sad, and you lose them all. There are none to decline your nectared wine, But alone you must drink life’s gall.
Feast, and your halls are crowded; Fast, and the world goes by. Succeed and give, and it helps you live, But no man can help you die. There is room in the halls of pleasure For a long and lordly train, But one by one we must all file on Through the narrow aisles of pain.
Det kanske gör något för de som får mata dig med sugrör efteråt!
En äldre dam ~75 sätter sig längst fram i bussen. Busschauffören: Knäpp nu bältet innan jag kör. Damen: Är det verkligen nödvändigt? Busschauffören: Är det nödvändigt att du åker ut genom fönsterrutan om vi krockar och du bryter nacken? Damen: Det gör inte så mycket, jag är så gammal. Busschauffören: Det kanske gör något för de som får mata dig med sugrör efteråt! Knäpp bältet! Damen blir tyst och sätter på sig säkerhetsbältet.
But then again, I'll probably always feel this way.
Do I have nothing good left to say, do I need whiskey to start fueling my complaints? People love to drink their troubles away, sometimes I feel that I'd be better off that way..
'Cause maybe then I could sleep at night, I wouldn't lie awake until the morning light. This is something that I'll never control, my nerves will be the death of me, I know.
And I'm afraid to sleep because of what haunts me. Such as living with the uncertainty, that I'll never find the words to say - which would completely explain, just how I'm breaking down.
Like the sea, I'm constantly changing from calm to hell. Madness fills my heart and soul as if the great divide could swallow me whole. Oh, how I'm breaking down.
8:00 am - Dog food!My favorite thing! 9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing! 9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing! 10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted!My favorite thing! 12:00 pm - Lunch!My favorite thing! 1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing! 3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing! 5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing! 7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing! 8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with my people!My favorite thing! 11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
Cat Diary;
Day 983 of my captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.
In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am.... Bastards!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies". I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.
The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now...
So I find myself in need of a pause. I'm not sure why, but I think that it's because, of this desire to be what others want me to be. Which is nothing close to me..
But I'll see better when the smoke clears, when the smoke clears inside my head. And I can listen when the screaming doesn't repeat everything I've said. All that remains me and who I am at the end of the day, and this happens every day..
Every day is a battle, between what I want to know and what I don't want to figure out.
Joo, mä seison sillankaiteella Katselen alas noita autoja Mä tulin toisiin ajatuksiin On kädessäni kaikki mitä tarvitsen
Hei varovasti nyt tää hetki on hauras Yksikin väärä sana voi tuhota sen Varovasti nyt tää hetki on hauras Varovasti nyt tai sä tuhoat sen Varovasti nyt tai sä tuhoat sen
I don't know if you notice anything different. It's getting dark and it's getting cold and the nights are getting long.. And I don't know if you even notice at all, that I'm long gone
And the things that keep us apart, keep me alive. And the things that keep me alive, keep me alone. This is the thing
I don't know if you notice anything missing, like the leaves on the trees or my clothes all over the floor. And I don't know if you even notice at all. 'Cause I was real quiet when I closed the door..
And I don't know if you notice anything different. I don't know if you even notice at all..
