Hayata Dair

This is your life. good to the last drop, doesn't get any better than
this. this is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time. this isn't a
seminar and this isn't a weekend retreat. where you are now you can't even
imagine what the bottom will be like. only after disaster can we be
resurrected. it's only after you have lost everything that you
are free to do anything. nothing is static, everything is appalling,
everything is falling apart. this is your life (repeat) it doesn't get any
better than this. this is your life (repeat) and it's ending one minute at a
time. you are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. you are the same decaying
organic matter as everything else. we are all a part of the same compost
heap, we are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world. you are not your
bank account, you are not the clothes you wear. you are not the contents of
your wallet. you are not your bowel cancer. you are not your Grande Latte.
you are not the car you drive. you are not your fucking khakis. you have to
give up, you have to give up. you have to realize that someday you will die,
until you know that you are useless. I say let me never be complete. I say
may I never be content. I say deliver me from Swedish furniture! I say
deliver me from clever art. I say deliver me from clear skin and perfect
teeth. I say you have to give up. I say evolve, and let the chips fall where
they may. this is your life it doesn't get any better than this.
This is your life. good to the last drop. it doesn't get any better than
this. this is your life and it's ending one minute at a time. you thought you
had it all figured out. you bought furniture. you told yourself, this is the
last sofa ill ever need. No matter what else happens, I've got that sofa
issue handled. then the right set of dishes, the right dinette. Your window
treatment, your duvet, your dust ruffle. I say a chair is not an insight into
a better understanding of it's owner, a chair is a place to put your ass. I
say may I never be complete. I say evolve and let the chips fall where they
may.

You are not a unique and individual snowflake. We are all part of the same
compost heap. We are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world. You are
not your bank account, you are not the clothes you wear. You are not the
contents of your wallet. Self-improvement is masturbation. Now self-
destruction is...In cultures without soap, they use their urine, and the
urine of their dogs to wash their clothes and hair, because of the uric acid
and ammonia. And we just piss our fancy American piss, rich and yellow from
too many vitamins. Rich and expensive and thrown
away. could be worse. A woman could cut off your penis and throw it out the
window of a moving car. You could be hit by lightening and your head could
burn down to a smoldering baseball. you could be wading in a river in south
America while tiny fish with barbed wire spines swim up your urethra and set
up housekeeping. I want you to start a fight with a total stranger. I want
you to start a fight, and I want you to lose. Take some joe off the street
and recruit him. let him experience winning for the first time in his
miserable life. Give him permission to beat the crap out of you. get him to
explode. this isn't a seminar. this isn't a weekend retreat. where you are
now, you cant even
imagine what the bottom will be like. if you don't fall all the way, you cant
be saved. it's only after you've lost everything that you are free to do
anything.

Nothing is static. Everything is changing. Everything is falling apart. There
are only two constants in this life; chaos and pandemonium.


				*AYSE-BARAN* *Hayata Dair*



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		Look into the others eyes, many frustrations Read between the lines, no words just vibrations Don't ignore hidden desires Pay attention, you're playing with fire Silence must be heard, noise should be observed The time has come to learn, that silence ... Silence must be heard Or diamonds will burn, friendly cards will turn Cause silence has the right to be heard People talk too much for what they have to say Words without a meaning, just fading away Silence must be heard, noise should be observed The time has come to learn, that silence ... Silence must be heard Or diamonds will burn, friendly cards will turn Cause silence has the right to be heard ENIGMA



		- CHUCK PALAHNIUK (from Pop Matters Interview) "What good is intellect if it leaves us immobile and frozen in indecision? At some point, despite all the other options, you have to commit yourself to a path. Being flexible if fine, it's maybe the greatest talent you can have, but in order to define yourself, you need to pursue your passion. There will always be good reasons not to do something, or to do something else, the world is full of women more beautiful than your wife, you can never choose the best car, there's always a cheaper air fare. What's most important is that you choose and get on with your life." And you open the door and you step inside: we're inside our hearts. now imagine your pain is a white ball of healing light. that's right, feel your pain, the pain itself, it's a white ball of healing light. I don't think so !!! This is your life. good to the last drop, doesn't get any better than this. this is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time. this isn't a seminar and this isn't a weekend retreat. where you are now you can't even imagine what the bottom will be like. only after disaster can we be resurrected. it's only after you have lost everything that you are free to do anything. nothing is static, everything is appalling, everything is falling apart. this is your life (repeat) it doesn't get any better than this. this is your life (repeat) and it's ending one minute at a time. you are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. you are the same decaying organic matter as everything else. we are all a part of the same compost heap, we are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world. you are not your bank account, you are not the clothes you wear. you are not the contents of your wallet. you are not your bowel cancer. you are not your Grande Latte. you are not the car you drive. you are not your fucking khakis. you have to give up, you have to give up. you have to realize that someday you will die, until you know that you are useless. I say let me never be complete. I say may I never be content. I say deliver me from Swedish furniture! I say deliver me from clever art. I say deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth. I say you have to give up. I say evolve, and let the chips fall where they may. this is your life it doesn't get any better than this. This is your life. good to the last drop. it doesn't get any better than this. this is your life and it's ending one minute at a time. you thought you had it all figured out. you bought furniture. you told yourself, this is the last sofa ill ever need. No matter what else happens, I've got that sofa issue handled. then the right set of dishes, the right dinette. Your window treatment, your duvet, your dust ruffle. I say a chair is not an insight into a better understanding of it's owner, a chair is a place to put your ass. I say may I never be complete. I say evolve and let the chips fall where they may. You are not a unique and individual snowflake. We are all part of the same compost heap. We are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world. You are not your bank account, you are not the clothes you wear. You are not the contents of your wallet. Self-improvement is masturbation. Now self- destruction is...In cultures without soap, they use their urine, and the urine of their dogs to wash their clothes and hair, because of the uric acid and ammonia. And we just piss our fancy American piss, rich and yellow from too many vitamins. Rich and expensive and thrown away. could be worse. A woman could cut off your penis and throw it out the window of a moving car. You could be hit by lightening and your head could burn down to a smoldering baseball. you could be wading in a river in south America while tiny fish with barbed wire spines swim up your urethra and set up housekeeping. I want you to start a fight with a total stranger. I want you to start a fight, and I want you to lose. Take some joe off the street and recruit him. let him experience winning for the first time in his miserable life. Give him permission to beat the crap out of you. get him to explode. this isn't a seminar. this isn't a weekend retreat. where you are now, you cant even imagine what the bottom will be like. if you don't fall all the way, you cant be saved. it's only after you've lost everything that you are free to do anything. Nothing is static. Everything is changing. Everything is falling apart. There are only two constants in this life; chaos and pandemonium.