For those of you who wake up in the morning, access your blog, and think, "Hey, ain't it awesome if I post the lyrics of my most favorite song in the world ever on the blog and wow my friends? Like, today? Haller?!"
And so you do. Over and over and over again (ooops! that's a song's line right there!). Well, I'm your patron saint. Not only I'm going to post the most truly awesome song lyrics ever made in the world, I'm also posting it while actually singing it aloud and dancing that Marian Rivera dance while wearing my favorite hot pink thong. Can you beat that?
Here it goes!
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"Around the world" by Daft Punk:
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Hah! Now I feel better. There's nothing more exhilarating and profound than posting song lyrics on my blog. I love it! And I'm sure you do, too! If I were gonna choose between peeing on my laptop and post song lyrics on the blog, I'll always definitely choose the latter (despite the obvious tastefully edifying possibilities with the former).
In other news of the past two weeks: been very very busy. (check). Been burned out (check). Lost a chicken (check). did something evil in the past two weeks (check). watched No Country For Old Men, reaffirmed that the universe is fucked (film's characters), and some people are very aware of that to the point of genius (Coen brothers) (check). read Amsterdam (Ian McEwan), reaffirmed that human beings are both heartless and infinitely stupid (the novel's characters, many people in the planet, me) and incredibly brilliant (Ian McEwan, the author) (check).
Three weeks ago, I was standing on an aisle in a very huge bookstore. It was 10 am when it suddenly hit me. It began as a sensation in my chest, that crept up my spine and made me wanna pee. It took seconds to articulate the thought: life is utterly short. I can ignore others when they tell me, "Hey, man, life's short." But this, not this. This is different. This has a feeling, a sense of foreboding that hasn't gone away. A sense of painful urgency, like a deadly knife stab from somebody you thought was your friend. I was standing there with that trickle of early birds like myself hovering about those books, and I was thinking, "Look at all these that I'll never ever read." The stories I'll never know. The sensations I'll never feel. Simply because human time is not enough. You're already swamped with the sheer business of living. The little time that's left after: (1) sleeping, (2) eating, (3) communicating with other humans and animals, (4) fornicating or attempting to fornicate, (5) making new enemies and friends, (6) earning a living, (7) eliminating all you've eaten, (8) pretending to be smart -- the little time that's left after fulfilling all these necessary human activities means it's not possible to consume all the good literature you can identify in one's lifetime.
Later, at home, I surveyed all the books I've bought in the past year. I looked at them with the pity you feel when somebody's going to die, and you know. So i picked some up -- Dave Sedaris, Amelie Nothomb, Thomas Harris, Dave Eggers -- and I stayed in my room just reading them. But after merely finishing Nothomb's Fear and Trembling (which was easy) and halfway through Sedaris' Dress Up Your Family In Corduroy And Jeans, I found it impossible to resist proceeding with: (1) sleeping, (2) eating, (3) communicating with other humans and animals, (4) fornicating or attempting to fornicate, (5) making new enemies and friends, (6) earning a living, (7) eliminating all you've eaten, (8) pretending to be smart.
So by now, you know I've given up. And I'm sure, that's how the rest of the world live: by just getting by. By taking whatever they can take. Enjoying the little morsels floating by them and shutting off that creeping awareness of those so many things forever out of your reach. Chuck Palahniuk has the word for us: "the all-dancing, all-singing crap of the world."
That's you and I, man. Around the world. Around the world. Around the world.
