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Jul. 30th, 2001 05:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vuzhi drove up to allenspark to get water from the spring there after work today.
pulling up to the spring i saw a kid carrying a good sized garter snake. he walked on past as i got my water and as i'm putting the water jug in the car i see down the road that him and a couple of his buddies had set it out in the middle of the road, so that it would be run over, and it was.
so they crowded around the dead snake, laughing with big idiotic, toothless, drooling grins that opened up into a gaping maw of empty, black, all-consuming stupidity.
some days i think it's time for the human race's regime to come to its end.
bring on the hideous diseases that the government has hidden in ultra-security test-tubes.
bring on the aliens, the nukes, the new ice age, the asteroids the size of manhattan, volcanos and the great biblical rendings of the earth. we're finished here, we've done all we can, we give up. we didn't get it right, but we had our fair shot, let something else have a turn. maybe the bees can do a better job of it, let them take that irreversable step into self-consciousness and intelligence, let them pretend to be civilized, whatever that means.
like bryon gysin said, "man is a bad animal".
i killed a bird once. larry had his bb gun, we were big boys with a gun. i took aim and killed the little black bird. i shouted with joy, i couldn't believe i had got it... then i withered into a dumbstruck awe as i watched the bird's eyes glaze over. my bravado sunk into pity and proto-shame, which i hid from my buddy larry as best i could. i dug a little hole and scooped the limp bird into it, his head lolling from side to side. i covered him over and put a large piece of granite over the hole. wouldn't want to get caught i said. man, we'd be in deep shit if mom found that around. i never pointed a gun at another living thing ever again.
pulling up to the spring i saw a kid carrying a good sized garter snake. he walked on past as i got my water and as i'm putting the water jug in the car i see down the road that him and a couple of his buddies had set it out in the middle of the road, so that it would be run over, and it was.
so they crowded around the dead snake, laughing with big idiotic, toothless, drooling grins that opened up into a gaping maw of empty, black, all-consuming stupidity.
some days i think it's time for the human race's regime to come to its end.
bring on the hideous diseases that the government has hidden in ultra-security test-tubes.
bring on the aliens, the nukes, the new ice age, the asteroids the size of manhattan, volcanos and the great biblical rendings of the earth. we're finished here, we've done all we can, we give up. we didn't get it right, but we had our fair shot, let something else have a turn. maybe the bees can do a better job of it, let them take that irreversable step into self-consciousness and intelligence, let them pretend to be civilized, whatever that means.
like bryon gysin said, "man is a bad animal".
i killed a bird once. larry had his bb gun, we were big boys with a gun. i took aim and killed the little black bird. i shouted with joy, i couldn't believe i had got it... then i withered into a dumbstruck awe as i watched the bird's eyes glaze over. my bravado sunk into pity and proto-shame, which i hid from my buddy larry as best i could. i dug a little hole and scooped the limp bird into it, his head lolling from side to side. i covered him over and put a large piece of granite over the hole. wouldn't want to get caught i said. man, we'd be in deep shit if mom found that around. i never pointed a gun at another living thing ever again.
