There was no shutting them down! Whether we had anything for them to do or not, they ran all the time! And were they ever loud! Oh, God, were they ever loud.
—Kurt Vonnegut, Galapagos
People and people screaming with need
Their dreams and desires and egos to feed
Attacking my senses and making me bleed
Bloody compassion fills me inside
My fragile existence cannot abide
I’ll dig me a hole where I can hide
But even alone I can’t clear my head
Voices and voices of anguish and dread
Rattle the skull until we are dead
by Richard W. Bray
Tags: angst, Galapagos, Kurt Vonnegut, literature, Poetry
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