Assimílering eða dauði
„I didn't want to be awakened by some man with a bugle. I didn't want to sleep in a barracks with a bunch of healthy sex-mad football-loving overfed wise-cracking masturbating lovable frightened pink farting mother-struck modest basketball-playing American boys that I would have to be friendly with, that I would have to get drunk with on leave, that I would have to lay on my back with and listen to dozens of unfunny, obvious, dirty jokes. I didn't want their itchy blankets or their itchy uniforms or their itchy humanity. I didn't want to shit in the same place or piss in the same place or share the same whore. I didn't want to see their toenails or read their letters from home. I didn't want to watch their assholes bobbing in front of me in close formation, I didn't want to make friends, I didn't want to make enemies, I just didn't want them or it or the thing. To kill or be killed hardly mattered.“Þessi orð skáldsins Charles Bukowski komu mér í hug í röðinni í mötuneytinu áðan. Allt pakkað af fólki!!! Eru ekki allir hressir?!! Dugar ekkert annað!!! Það er bara allt að verða vitlaust hérna!!!
Magnús birti @ 12:01 e.h.
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