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The Bitch and Bastard for Walking Away - Part II
Shatter-Brain
Judge Rayford: Did you ever skydive? ... Skydive? Did you ever
skydive?
Arthur: No, why?
Judge Rayford: You ought to try it. You might learn something. You
know, I was skydiving once and my main chute didn't open. I
pulled my reserve which didn't open either. There I was, plunging
to the Earth. Just as I hit the tree tops, I discovered the meaning of
life.
Arthur: Which is?
Judge Rayford: It sucks, Arthur! It really sucks!
(...And Justice for All)
Stomach acid runs my right sleeve. Fat smoke swirls-up slivered streetlight between oily branches. Fellini, where does Juliet wander? I believe I've mistaken blind virtue for vigilance the same.
I see thousands of wispy arms roll over pools of stars, but these apparitions strike like lightning bolts split second thoughts. Must be my cluttered imagination, swimming in uneasy clouds.
The earth rumbles, loose panes violently rattle, and a deep whistle rips through the corner mortar, welcoming a pitter-patter of applause on parched palms:
Good Eve’
Adam, are you of faith?
Millions, in pain. My home, soon
an island
surrounded by tears in all of your
names!
The heights of gods are torturous!
Can't you see
how the distant signs of life become
mirages?
How well?
Time will remind you of the truth!
The Fruit fell
.
Judge Rayford: Did you ever skydive? ... Skydive? Did you ever
skydive?
Arthur: No, why?
Judge Rayford: You ought to try it. You might learn something. You
know, I was skydiving once and my main chute didn't open. I
pulled my reserve which didn't open either. There I was, plunging
to the Earth. Just as I hit the tree tops, I discovered the meaning of
life.
Arthur: Which is?
Judge Rayford: It sucks, Arthur! It really sucks!
(...And Justice for All)
Stomach acid runs my right sleeve. Fat smoke swirls-up slivered streetlight between oily branches. Fellini, where does Juliet wander? I believe I've mistaken blind virtue for vigilance the same.
I see thousands of wispy arms roll over pools of stars, but these apparitions strike like lightning bolts split second thoughts. Must be my cluttered imagination, swimming in uneasy clouds.
The earth rumbles, loose panes violently rattle, and a deep whistle rips through the corner mortar, welcoming a pitter-patter of applause on parched palms:
Good Eve’
Adam, are you of faith?
Millions, in pain. My home, soon
an island
surrounded by tears in all of your
names!
The heights of gods are torturous!
Can't you see
how the distant signs of life become
mirages?
How well?
Time will remind you of the truth!
The Fruit fell
.
Published 6th Aug 2019
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