Friday, May 20, 2005

so it goes.

"...there is nothing intelligent to say about a massacre. Everybody is supposed to be dead, to never say anything or want anything ever again. Everything is supposed to be very quiet after a massacre, and it always is, except for the birds. And what do the birds say? All there is to say about a massacre, things like ‘Poo-tee-weet?'"

---slaughterhouse-five, or the children's crusade: a duty dance with death by kurt vonnegut, jr.

Comments:
I knew where it was from in the first 9 words. It's like hearing "our song," but it's a book.
 
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