Zen Pencils by Gavin Aung Than for June 10, 2024

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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. THE END IS NIGH Hallucinating, screaming, giving obscene and inane lectures on street corners and public parks. People will walk by and say… SAVE YOURSELF! Man: Look at that drooling idiot. What a basket case. I will turn and say to them… Henry: IT IS YOU WHO ARE THE BASKET CASE! Henry: For every moment you hated your job, cursed your wife and sold yourself to a dream that you didn’t even conceive! Henry: FOR THE TIMES YOUR SOUL SCREAMED YES AND YOU SAID NO! FOR ALL OF THAT. For your self-torture… Henry: I SEE THE GLOWING EYES OF THE SUN! THE AIR TALKS TO ME! Henry: I AM AT ALL TIMES! HOME SWEET HOME YAWN And maybe… …the passers by will drop a coin into my cup. - Henry Rollins