The Snake and the SquirrelOne day, an old Burmese python was slithering through his jungle home when he passed by a pool of water. The snake turned back toward the pool to take a drink and as he approached it he saw a small, red-furred animal, eating a nut, in a forest on the other side of the water. Reflexively, the snake struck at the creature, through the water, but was abruptly met by the muddy ground beneath it. After taking a moment to come to his senses, the snake slithered around to the other side of the pool, closer to it. He carefully dipped his head into the water, but once again saw only the muck-ridden floor of the pool. As the snake was shaking his head dry, he saw the animal lift her head from her meal. The squirrel seemed to peer directly at him through the water.Distracted, the squirrel carelessly dropped the plumpy nut it was treasuring. The tasty morsel fell off and rolled down into the water. She raised her tuffs in surprise, emitted a small cry of disappointment. In an attempt to retrieve
We're ThereAnd so, at last, we've reached the inevitable end,the destination we've been chasing all along.A bittersweet resolution to everything we've doneand now, I guess, it's time to say so long.
The Myth of IndependenceYou say "hell is other people.",but where do you think you'd beif everyone around youshared your misanthropic view?Without cooperation,in a world of apathy,what exactly is itthat you think that you could do?
Brain WaveFor so long I was stuck,but then inspiration struck.I found the right idea, at lastand now I'm on my way.
So That HappenedJust when I thought that itwas over, said and done,something told me thatit's only just begun.So I took another shotand tried with all my might,I only hope that it'senough to make things right.
Misanthropic Abandon“Hell is other people”,a wise man once did sayand from where I'm standing,they can all just go away.No one is an island,but I'm damn sure going to try.They only people I want to knoware me, myself and I.
I'm FreeBreaking out of oldstructuresand their inherentrestrictionsuntil all that's leftis pureexpression.Completelyunfettered,and finallyset freeto embrace theopportunityto say exactlywhat's onmy mind.
Don't StopI've got to keep on moving,there's no time to take a break.If I let up now,it just might be my last mistake.I need to take a breath,but just can't afford to slow.I've made too little progressand I've got too far to go.
DigitariaA survivor of a warthat will never be wonmakes its way through the cracksbent on finding the sun.The tenacious invader,working away.Doing all that it canjust to live one more day.
MediocrityIn the mushy middleright between loved and despised.With no distinguishing features,but potential unrealized.It leaves no lasting impression,just emphatic apathyso all that's left to sayis that there's nothing here to see.