Generation nothing
by Karen Welsh
After 3 hours of being…well…being subjected to institutionalised torture I decided to leave counselling…it isn’t working, I don’t know who I am or where I’m going…I don’t know who’s reading this confession…generation off-beat or x,y or z…I don’t know…it’s the generation of not knowing…it’s ironic that when you do speak to a doctor that supposedly “knows” he in fact doesn’t know anything and I’m left…not knowing anything…”lack of clarity…understanding” it’s a vicious circle…when does it end? How will it end? Who’ll end it? Well? You’re the big WWW you tell me?
January 16th, 2008 at 4:04 pm
Do not go after the past,
Nor lose yourself in the future.
For the past no longer exists,
And the future is not yet here.
By looking deeply at things just as they are,
In this moment, here and now,
The seeker lives calmly and freely.
You should live for today,
For waiting until tomorrow is too late.
Death can come and take us by surprise–
January 18th, 2008 at 9:56 am
Inconsequential quagmire of boredom and…
January 18th, 2008 at 3:31 pm
A penthouse suite at the New York Hilton, ten teenage whores, a kilo of coke, twenty phials of liquid MDMA, fifty grams of meth- amphetamine, an ounce of the finest Lebanese cannabis, a few rocks of crack, some crank, ketamine, 100 tabs of original August Owsley Stanley III LSD, and last but not least, half a kilo of the world’s purest heroin, Kabul Express.
January 19th, 2008 at 2:24 am
It was a couple of years ago, Thanksgiving, and then it became Christmas. I was gonna kill myself, having just finished my autobiography. I got some free pills from the internet for depression and some more for insomnia. Couldn’t stop shaking, so I decided to go see the psychiatrist at the veterans’ hospital since it’s free and only an hour’s drive to get there on my day off. Spooky place, doors all locked up, you caint get in or out, just to take the elevator up to the third floor and there y’are. So I’m in the guy’s office and ready to take the cure or whatever and he looks me in the eye and says “it’s all up to you pal.” Made me smile, that did. By the time I got outside and had a smoke I was laughing hysterically. Have been ever since.
February 5th, 2008 at 1:02 pm
Inconsequential quagmire of boredom and…a drug fueled night with an albino she-male lap dancer….
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