Happy April, Fools..
Make America Great Again? Sad and true... Henry Weighs In
Henry Miller - Henry Miller Asleep & Awake (1975) : .[Spoiler (click to open)]New York, NY, The city so vice, they named it twice!
Ahhhhh - now I know where I am...and who I am. Back in that old shithole, New York, where I was born. A place where I knew nothing but starvation, humiliation, despair, frustration...every goddamn thing. Nothing but misery. Every bloody street I look down, I see nothing but misery, nothing but monsters. Of course, this was the New York that I knew when I was being born, or rather I didn’t know it yet. Later, when I began to explore it, why, it’s a different city, a little more horrible. It gets worse all the time. Today, I think it’s the ugliest, filthiest, shittiest city in the world. When I was a kid, there was hardly anything that we have today - no telephones, no automobiles...no nothing, really. It was rather quaint. There was color even, in the buildings. But as time went on, why, it got more horrible to me. When I think of the Brooklyn bridge, which was the only bridge then in existence...how many times I walked over that bridge on an empty stomach, back and forth, looking for a handout, never getting anything...selling newspapers at Times Square, begging on Broadway, coming home with a dime maybe. It’s no wonder that I had these goddamned recurring nightmares all my life. I don’t know how I ever survived, or why I’m still sane. In fact, I don’t know now whether I’m awake or dreaming. My whole past seems like one long dream, punctured with nightmares.
-Henry Miller, sometime in the late 1970’s
. Shithole New York
(Life)... "seems like one long dream, punctured with nightmares." - Henry. No money, no game.
The "Deep State" is trying to put everyone into a digital prison of debt slavery.
https://dailycaller.com/2023/04/01/trump-presidency-2024-prison-bragg/
It's up to you to read between the lines...
enjoy!
dr. π (pi)
.
Click to viewHenry Miller - Henry Miller Asleep & Awake (1975) : .[Spoiler (click to open)]New York, NY, The city so vice, they named it twice!
Ahhhhh - now I know where I am...and who I am. Back in that old shithole, New York, where I was born. A place where I knew nothing but starvation, humiliation, despair, frustration...every goddamn thing. Nothing but misery. Every bloody street I look down, I see nothing but misery, nothing but monsters. Of course, this was the New York that I knew when I was being born, or rather I didn’t know it yet. Later, when I began to explore it, why, it’s a different city, a little more horrible. It gets worse all the time. Today, I think it’s the ugliest, filthiest, shittiest city in the world. When I was a kid, there was hardly anything that we have today - no telephones, no automobiles...no nothing, really. It was rather quaint. There was color even, in the buildings. But as time went on, why, it got more horrible to me. When I think of the Brooklyn bridge, which was the only bridge then in existence...how many times I walked over that bridge on an empty stomach, back and forth, looking for a handout, never getting anything...selling newspapers at Times Square, begging on Broadway, coming home with a dime maybe. It’s no wonder that I had these goddamned recurring nightmares all my life. I don’t know how I ever survived, or why I’m still sane. In fact, I don’t know now whether I’m awake or dreaming. My whole past seems like one long dream, punctured with nightmares.
-Henry Miller, sometime in the late 1970’s
. Shithole New York
(Life)... "seems like one long dream, punctured with nightmares." - Henry. No money, no game.
The "Deep State" is trying to put everyone into a digital prison of debt slavery.
https://dailycaller.com/2023/04/01/trump-presidency-2024-prison-bragg/
It's up to you to read between the lines...
enjoy!
dr. π (pi)
.