All of us, who were the cream of the crop
of the communist party, are no longer communists. All of us, who were strafing
rangers' houses or police nests, are no longer the watchers, the bank robbers,
nor the kidnappers. Nothing gave me happiness; nothing calmed me nor gave peace
to my soul. Those of us who believed that we were Eden's gardeners, and because
of that believed we would have taken care of those laboratories that were
located deep in the garden, became entrepreneurs, business people, you know? We
all know Robin Hood’s myth about stealing from the rich to give to the poor, we
had been selling the soul of the highest bidder to keep Eden into Genesis
Corporations. You know, from the very earliest childhood, you know - the
earliest everything everything everything everything you know. We are no longer
the cream of the crop, we are worst.
We started giving everything, all of us,
even the land of childhood's dreams. Because we had to learn to cripple, we
mounted a . 45 and applauded murders of murderers, we had to put the bullets in
the comb, to put the bullet into a watermelon, into our own mother's leg, to
bust a slug into something already rotten, to put everything on the table, a
chicken and a knife. There's something, there's no one anymore. We had to set
the table to set up death and life.
Now we are just singing anthems and all
of them sound the same. New things, new things like old shoes buried in the
depths of a mountain of garbage destined to oblivion.
