prettygood on Nostr: The world is an overflowing gutter. It bubbles with a brine of shit and blood. And ...
The world is an overflowing gutter. It bubbles with a brine of shit and blood. And those who keep their eyes upon the heavens are the ones who wind up faced down in the mud.
It's easy to speak of grand ambition. It's easy to pretend you're innocent. But lest you get distracted by the suffering of your sister being practical and trying to pay the rent.
Heaven has been promised to the righteous. Hell's an overpopulated pit. Purgatory's given to the dreamers. But the world belongs to those who plough the shit.
There's a special place in Hell for fancy talkers. There’s a special place in Heaven for the whores. There's a throne reserved for those with good ideas stolen by the demagogues who wanted more.
The flowers and the laces in the market are all purchased by the peddlers of the flesh. But those who bring relief and carnal pleasure sometimes serve the needs of mankind for the best.
Cast off the limitations of the righteous; there are good deeds only devils can commit. Let us dance between the teardrops of the angels, for the world belongs to those who plough the shit
At last, the Supreme Maker decreed that this creature, to whom he could give nothing wholly his own, should have a share in the particular endowment of every other creature. Taking man, therefore, this creature of indeterminate image, he set him in the middle of the world and thus spoke to him: "We have given you, O Adam, no visage proper to yourself, no endowment properly your own, in order that whatever place, whatever form, whatever gifts you may, with premeditation, select, these same may you have and possess through your own judgement and decision. We have made you a creature neither of heaven nor of Earth! Neither mortal nor immortal! In order that you may, as the free and proud shaper of your own being, fashion yourself in the form you may prefer. It will be in your power to descend to the lower, brutish forms of life. You will be able, through your own judgement and decision, to rise again to the superior orders whose life is divine!"
The dead become the emperors of memory. The saints have all been eaten by the worms. The living wield the right to twist the future, and the sinners all have practical concerns.
The sentinels with rifles on the border, on the pretenses of charity are swept. But let's not talk of slipping into nightmare, for the day is run by those who haven't slept.
So throw away the vestments of the righteous, make sure the body armor snugly fits. The souls have taken flight now from the outhouse, and the world belongs to those who plough the shit.
https://youtu.be/9qYvjoUftLU
It's easy to speak of grand ambition. It's easy to pretend you're innocent. But lest you get distracted by the suffering of your sister being practical and trying to pay the rent.
Heaven has been promised to the righteous. Hell's an overpopulated pit. Purgatory's given to the dreamers. But the world belongs to those who plough the shit.
There's a special place in Hell for fancy talkers. There’s a special place in Heaven for the whores. There's a throne reserved for those with good ideas stolen by the demagogues who wanted more.
The flowers and the laces in the market are all purchased by the peddlers of the flesh. But those who bring relief and carnal pleasure sometimes serve the needs of mankind for the best.
Cast off the limitations of the righteous; there are good deeds only devils can commit. Let us dance between the teardrops of the angels, for the world belongs to those who plough the shit
At last, the Supreme Maker decreed that this creature, to whom he could give nothing wholly his own, should have a share in the particular endowment of every other creature. Taking man, therefore, this creature of indeterminate image, he set him in the middle of the world and thus spoke to him: "We have given you, O Adam, no visage proper to yourself, no endowment properly your own, in order that whatever place, whatever form, whatever gifts you may, with premeditation, select, these same may you have and possess through your own judgement and decision. We have made you a creature neither of heaven nor of Earth! Neither mortal nor immortal! In order that you may, as the free and proud shaper of your own being, fashion yourself in the form you may prefer. It will be in your power to descend to the lower, brutish forms of life. You will be able, through your own judgement and decision, to rise again to the superior orders whose life is divine!"
The dead become the emperors of memory. The saints have all been eaten by the worms. The living wield the right to twist the future, and the sinners all have practical concerns.
The sentinels with rifles on the border, on the pretenses of charity are swept. But let's not talk of slipping into nightmare, for the day is run by those who haven't slept.
So throw away the vestments of the righteous, make sure the body armor snugly fits. The souls have taken flight now from the outhouse, and the world belongs to those who plough the shit.
https://youtu.be/9qYvjoUftLU