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The Wood

The wood of the floor shakes with the ringing of the strings and the skins.

The people dance on.

Peter

Loose Cannon

The moral of the story is: if you're going to get a loose cannon to do your business, he will eventually turn to fire even on you.

The real moral of the story is: be that loose cannon. That way it can never fire on you.

Peter

Chaotic Nihilism

Just as I starting thinking that everything was safe and fine and Yankee-Doodle-dandy I saw the light at the end of the tunnel that turned out to be a train that was shipping the coal that fires the urban industry to destroy the world and cut down the rainforests and provide free hugs to make it all better when what we really need is a revolution to tear down the establishment and haste the day when our faith shall be sight to the blind and begging cripples in the gutter that make our society miserable just like it was when we abandoned the widows and the fatherless and the single mothers with screaming toddlers hanging off their strong but tired arms that can't form fists no more because they have learned that it is impossible to dole out the compassion when your community doesn't support you and the government tries to take away your kids and the man in your life isn't and the sun doesn't shine like it used to when the clouds were rolled up in Zeus' sleeve with Athena sitting in wisdom and judgement and confrontation to the failed manhood of our perverse generation that tries to make the wrongs right and the rights wrong and everything that's black white and everything that's grey black and all things melt into a single pot of paranoid delusion that hides the yellow fear that drives us all underground to where no one can see us and no one can touch us and nothing really seems to bother us and time stands still for but a moment when we can escape escape and catch our breath before the working week steals us all away until the next Friday rolls along and brings back the beer and the booze that returns us to what we thought we were meant to be doing but what we'd realise is so pointless if we just bothered to get a job that we enjoyed doing which could bring us fulfilment and vitality that would unite the fiefdoms and factions and return the world to the Garden of Eden when man and woman were united with God and when nature was in harmony with itself and nothing else mattered but that crafty serpent that brought down the whole world by tempting Adam to betray God by choosing Eve, and ultimately dooming all men to face that constant struggle of God or the girl, the prototypical case where everything blends down to selfish decisions and morally ambiguous notions that guide a young man into madness and folly that infects the brain like a Chaotic Nihilism that Nietzsche would wet the bed and wake up screaming if he ever dreamt something so raw and angry.

Peter

Odd

Odd creature that I am, so fearful and yet so resourceful.
Victorious so far, but constantly assuming failure around the corner.

So I've got just one more thing to say
Before we all go blow the world away
I've got just one more thing to do
Before the CERN LHC chews you

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Peter