Message-ID: <Pine.NEB.4.63.0505281001480.19418@panix3.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>,
"WRYTING-L : Writing and Theory across Disciplines" <WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA>
Subject: only the good die young
Date: Sat, 28 May 2005 10:01:57 -0400 (EDT)
only the good die young the bad are left to grow old and rot i am rotting old people should be killed they're in the way they're useless their flesh tastes bad they're shapeless skin and bones or layers of ugly fat their minds are dead their minds are waiting for their bodies to catch up old men are our past the young are our future grandmothers = carriers of wisdom cart them off cart them all off they burn fast in the furnaces the eskimo left them on the ice the jews buried them alive the christians yoked them buddhists trample their necks confucians spit on their altars the muslims cut off their heads believe what you want someone cut off their heads someone trampled them old people have nothing to say their ideas are like deSotos that's a car we all used to drive take their cars and belongings divide them up take them apart memories are made for crashing look at the old man push him down the hill he can't think when he's falling he can't think when he's standing when he's standing he's falling he's always falling when he's standing i wake up and hope you'll kill me i'm useless and can't think a thought or this is the thought i think when i'm permitted to think when you've maybe read this far i'll leave this line alone