Perhaps those so eager to bear arms should be encouraged to play Russian Roulette. That way, not only can they indulge their passion for guns without risking harm to anyone else, they will also have every opportunity to exercise their Constitutional Right to Non-Existence.
Friday, 28 December 2012
Wednesday, 26 December 2012
Sunday, 9 December 2012
To Himself (A se stesso)
Now be for ever still,
Weary my heart. For the last cheat is dead,
I thought eternal. Dead. For us, I know
Not only the dear hope
Of being deluded gone, but the desire.
Rest still for ever. You
Have beaten long enough. And to no purpose
Were all your stirrings; earth not worth your sighs.
Boredom and bitterness
Is life; and the rest, nothing; the world is dirt.
Lie quiet now. Despair
For the last time. Fate granted to our kind
Only to die. And now you may despise
Yourself, nature, the brute
Power which, hidden, ordains the common doom,
And all the immeasurable emptiness of things.