Sunday, December 19, 2004

Penguins Take Over Paris

I finally had a dream that I made it to Paris. I get to my hotel, which was actually a motel, and it was shit. There was an infestation of penguins, all sizes, all around the block and it smelled! I get to the room and it was dirty and there was pita bread all over the place. I told the cab driver not to leave me there and I kept saying to the hotel manager that I was not staying there. I also told him that I was not going to be able to sleep with all the penguin noise. He kept saying that I would get used to the penguins and that they would clean the room really fast and not to worry. So then they pull out a man on a gurney. He looked like a huge boil or creature. Apparently, he had died in the room several days ago. Then the manager comes out and feeds the penguins the pita bread. The cab driver kept on examining the dead man trying to figure out what he died from. It was disgusting. Then I woke up and boy was I happy! But, the point is, the plane didn't crash, as it had for the last twenty years in my dreams.

I looked up the meaning of the dream:

"Seeing a penguin in your dream means that your problems are not as serious as you may think. It serves as a reminder for you to keep you cool and remain level-headed. Alternatively, a penguin seen in your dream suggests that you are being weighed down by your emotions or by a negative situation. You need to find some balance and inner harmony."

I really hate these useless and boring interpretations.

Wednesday, December 15, 2004


I guess some people are praying for me. Most likely praying for me to stop sending them my political opinions, take a chill pill and relax. Keep praying, because I won't stop and I can't relax. I won't stop because I cannot forget that at the end of Ionesco's "Rhinoceros" the central character, Berenger, who initially resists, eventually succumbs to the metamorphosis himself. Is it possible to resist the urge to conform? To eventually become part of Conspiracy of Complicity?

Are we living in a godless universe where human existence has no meaning or purpose so therefore all communication breaks down? The line between the absurd and reality is fading fast.

What is wrong with the United States of America? The Cult of the Quiet is too absorbed in day-to-day bullshit. It loves its cable and internet and cell phones; it may be employed and it might have a nice meal and get laid once in a while. The Cult of the Quiet doesn't care. The Cult of the Quiet has what it needs so it doesn't mind that the president is an idiot who neglects the unemployed, the troops in harm's way, the starving, the sick, the cold, the bleeding. That makes America simple-minded and selfish. That makes America amoral and retarded. Rhinoceri. Look in the mirror, very closely, and see if you have horns too.

What do we care about?
We are jaded.
Let's not waste time voting next time.
The world ridicules us.
Do rhinoceri have epitaphs?

Rhinoceri don't think about their mortality. They think about SUVs, Scott Peterson and presidential blow jobs.

In the end, will there be any human beings left to graze and breathe and crap and decompose with the rhinoceri?