15-03-2012, 11:29 PM
There is a kind of laughter that sickens the soul.
Laughter when it is out of control: when it screams and stamps its feet, and sets the bells jangling in the next town.
Laughter in all its ignorance and cruelty. Laughter with the seed of Satan in it.
It tramples upon shrines; the belly-roarer. It roars, it yells, it is delirious: and yet it is as cold as ice.
It has no humour.
It is naked noise and naked malice.
Laughter when it is out of control: when it screams and stamps its feet, and sets the bells jangling in the next town.
Laughter in all its ignorance and cruelty. Laughter with the seed of Satan in it.
It tramples upon shrines; the belly-roarer. It roars, it yells, it is delirious: and yet it is as cold as ice.
It has no humour.
It is naked noise and naked malice.
"It means this War was never political at all, the politics was all theatre, all just to keep the people distracted...."
"Proverbs for Paranoids 4: You hide, They seek."
"They are in Love. Fuck the War."
Gravity's Rainbow, Thomas Pynchon
"Ccollanan Pachacamac ricuy auccacunac yahuarniy hichascancuta."
The last words of the last Inka, Tupac Amaru, led to the gallows by men of god & dogs of war
"Proverbs for Paranoids 4: You hide, They seek."
"They are in Love. Fuck the War."
Gravity's Rainbow, Thomas Pynchon
"Ccollanan Pachacamac ricuy auccacunac yahuarniy hichascancuta."
The last words of the last Inka, Tupac Amaru, led to the gallows by men of god & dogs of war