Zen Pencils by Gavin Aung Than for October 18, 2013

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I don't want to pass through life like a smooth plane ride. All you do is get to breathe and copulate and finally die. I don't want to go with the smooth skin and the calm brow. I hope I end up a blithering idiot cursing the sun. Hallucinating, screaming, giving obscene and inane lectures on street corners and public parks. People will walk by and say... "look at that drooling idiot. What a basket case." I will turn and say to them "It is you who are the basket case!" For every moment you hated your job, cursed your wife and sold yourself to a dream that you didn't even conceive! For the times your soul screamed yes and you said NO! For all of that. For your self-torture...I see the glowing eyes of the sun! The air talks to me! I am at all times! And maybe...the passers by will drop a coin into my cup. -Henry Rollins