un mot peut-être motto

you know liffey ain´t
a liffeylong birthday
don´t expect happiness
don´t expect friends
don´t expect fun
don´t expect a good life
don´t expect anything
and if you get something
it´s a bonus

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butthole surfers
waterboarding
in electric larry
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carcere duro

Everything is ridiculous when one thinks of death.

Whatever is communicated can only be falsehood and falsification; hence it is only falsehoods and falsifications that are communicated. The aspiration for truth, like every other aspiration, is the quickest way to arrive at falsehoods and falsifications with regard to any state of affairs. And to write about a period of one’s life, no matter how remote or how recent, no matter how long or how short, means accumulating hundreds and thousands and millions of falsehoods and falsifications, all of which are familiar to the writer describing the period as truths and nothing but truths.

What matters is whether we want to lie or to tell the truth and write the truth, even though it never can be the truth and never is the truth.