On the road again
Gotta move, gotta move. My options have basically narrowed down to the north.
I must return to the land of my childhood, there, my days will be spent fishing and farming. The cold north, the dark north, the north. The north isn't so much a geographical location as it is a state of mind. There you see how little man is and how great mother nature is, it is ofcourse not untouched, and in the next ten years it will be gone. Buried under industry. Choked under an oppressing humanity devoid of respect, beauty or serenity.
Man is ugly. The ugliest creature on the planet. Unable to create beauty he destroys, because next to his pitiful creations nature surpasses him a million times, so in order to make his ugliness look beautiful he must destroy nature. Even a painting by Michelangelo looks banal next to a tree.
Bø is one of the most beautiful places on the earth. Now they're building an oil-industry. The ugliest industry we have.
Safety in the oil industry is important. Unfortunately the industry doesn't seem to think so. Again and again oil-companies get pathetic fines from the state for not adhering to the simplest of safety precautions. Precautions costing several $100.000, while their surplus is measured in several $10.000.000.000 every year.
They are greedy way past the point of stupidity, and society cheers them on. And now they'll be allowed to destroy my home. For money, which is landfill.
I want to cry but more than that I want to kill, I want to start a war against these people who are raping my life. Anyway, it looks like I'll be heading back so I'll get to see it all first hand. I think I'll get into some structural terrorism, they build it -I blow it up -every time. Yes. That's it, my own private guerilla war against the forces that be.
In Italy someone told me I was like don quiyote, what did he do I said; He fought the windmill, you fight windmill, you cannot win.
No, I guess not, but who the fuck wants to die in bed anyway.
I must return to the land of my childhood, there, my days will be spent fishing and farming. The cold north, the dark north, the north. The north isn't so much a geographical location as it is a state of mind. There you see how little man is and how great mother nature is, it is ofcourse not untouched, and in the next ten years it will be gone. Buried under industry. Choked under an oppressing humanity devoid of respect, beauty or serenity.
Man is ugly. The ugliest creature on the planet. Unable to create beauty he destroys, because next to his pitiful creations nature surpasses him a million times, so in order to make his ugliness look beautiful he must destroy nature. Even a painting by Michelangelo looks banal next to a tree.
Bø is one of the most beautiful places on the earth. Now they're building an oil-industry. The ugliest industry we have.
Safety in the oil industry is important. Unfortunately the industry doesn't seem to think so. Again and again oil-companies get pathetic fines from the state for not adhering to the simplest of safety precautions. Precautions costing several $100.000, while their surplus is measured in several $10.000.000.000 every year.
They are greedy way past the point of stupidity, and society cheers them on. And now they'll be allowed to destroy my home. For money, which is landfill.
I want to cry but more than that I want to kill, I want to start a war against these people who are raping my life. Anyway, it looks like I'll be heading back so I'll get to see it all first hand. I think I'll get into some structural terrorism, they build it -I blow it up -every time. Yes. That's it, my own private guerilla war against the forces that be.
In Italy someone told me I was like don quiyote, what did he do I said; He fought the windmill, you fight windmill, you cannot win.
No, I guess not, but who the fuck wants to die in bed anyway.
posted by bangskij at 16:19
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