I can't really join with this whole 'civilization' thing that I grew up in. I can't relate to religion or big cities. I can't help loving to hate them. Them all. I used to write a lot about that, at the time when it was worst. Some of it is shit, some of it is pretty good...
This is what came out of those days:
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My job is being an insult to nature
Every forest, every flower, every lake and every glacier -
If fame and fortune were on this same tree,
would you not tear this tree up by its root? -
Eye for an eye
I'm still asking why -
15 points to anyone who solves the riddle!
Enjoy! -
I find myself mired in an unnatural fog
All that moves my sences is the barking of a puppy dog -
I make them all cast me away
So I can cope with every day -
Knowing I am outside
Begging to come in -
Crushing every word with an intensive sigh
Lack of meaning in the noise we make
