it hasn't told us about the gutters or the suicides. or the terror of one person aching in one place alone untouched unspoken to watering a plant.
occasionally subtle
RMH
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Cosmic Funnies
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it hasn't told us about the gutters or the suicides. or the terror of one person aching in one place alone untouched unspoken to watering a plant.
Wrapped up in empathy The chemicals are pushing passed my blood Hold all my cliches on the tip of my tongue To tell you that it's love
Men of convictions are prisoners.
Friedrich Nietzsche
If there's any kind of magic in this world it must be in the attempt of understanding someone sharing something.
You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style.
How does it feel to be a problem?
I want to know your body, I want to know how you feel, I want to know you, and through you, me.
Self-loathing & Bullshit
Billy: You know, Marty, the way you're feeling today--all depressed and alcoholic and shit-- you know what you should do? Put it into your writing, man! Use it! Bad idea?
Marty: Thanks, Billy. Great idea. I'll put the way I'm feeling today into my writing. Then I'll go blow my fucking brains out.
Billy: Come on, man! You know your writing helps alleviate your suicidal self-loathing and shit!
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Dreams
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow. --Langston Hughes
required reading
When you said your last goodbye I died a little bit inside
I am a skeptic not because I do not want to believe, but because I want to know.
Michael Shermer
We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won’t. And we’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off!
stasis
I see in them little details, so specific to each of them, that move me, and that I miss, and... will always miss. You can never replace anyone, because everyone is made of such beautiful specific details.
we are what we don’t throw away