Sick of drying up in the sun Sick of this island Sick of fun Sick of going sober Sick of starting over Sick of Black Flag Sick of Cro-Mags. Sick of living Sick of people dying Sick of the buying Sick of trying Sick of television Sick of telephones Sick of homophobes Sick of condos I’m sick. Sick of the GOP Sick of liberals Sick of me Sick of Obama Sick of head trauma So very tired of being sick. I’m sick. Sick of living in America Sick of mass hysteria Sick of realism Sick of Buddhism Sick of long boards Sick of hardcore Sick of Catholics Sick of atheists Sick of police Sick of yuppies Sick of paying rent Sick of being bent Sick of hearing lies Sick of mankind.
" Sounds of the countryside came faintly in, and the cool night air, veined with smells’ of earth and salt, fanned my cheeks. The marvelous peace of the sleepbound summer night flooded through me like a tide. Then, just on the edge of daybreak, I heard a steamer’s siren. People were starting on a voyage to a world which had ceased to concern me forever. Almost for the first time in many months I thought of my mother. And now, it seemed to me, I understood why at her life’s end she had taken on a "fiance"; why she’d played at making a fresh start. There, too, in that Home where lives were flickering out, the dusk came as a mournful solace. With death so near, Mother must have felt like someone on the brink of freedom, ready to start life all over again. No one, no one in the world had any right to weep for her. And I, too, felt ready to start life all over again. It was as if the great rush of anger had washed me clean, emptied me of hope, and, gazing up at the dark sky spangled with its signs of stars, for the first time, the first, I laid my heart open to the benign indifference of the universe. To feel it so like myself, indeed, so brotherly, made me realize that I’d been happy, and that I was happy still. For all to be accomplished, for me to feel less lonely, all that remained to hope was that on the day of my execution there should be a huge crowd of spectators and that they should greet me with howls of execration."