When the world is sick can no one be well ?

My thoughts she was never able to penetrate neither then nor later. She probed deeper than thought : she read blindly, as if endowed with antennae. She knew that i was meant to destroy, that i would destroy her too in the end. She knew that whatever game she might pretend to play with me she had met her match.

Henry Miller. Sexus

low

I like to imagine you as this scrawny blonde irritated kid with dirty knucles and his shoulders sticking out through the skin in that boyish yet androgenous manner. Smoking cardboard rolled cigarettes and biting his nails until the skin comes off in shreds that he would chew on for hours and finally spit out furiously. A restless kid tempered only by the numerous things that bore him, growing up in a small town where trees outnumber people and rooms spin out of control.

Cut-up

There`s something pleasurable about losing your mind. You hear it tick from a very deep sleep. Friday night i wake up at 2 am without speaking to a soul. And there`s so much silence here it`s absolutely vital to have these strict routines. It`s not like i sit here philosophizing ever since my childhood. How can i protect myself against strenght and joy ? I like it when it rains in summer and i don`tknow where i am. For a person as disorganised as i am i am never lonely. That peaceful, incenssant, long and incredibly wet anxiety. The demons don`t like ticking clocks when it rains. It`s just this thing about silence. Suddenly i feel infected because i started interfering with them. I`ve always had a weakness for not talking. I decided that this is where i`d sit. Watch the snowstorms and the sea. But most of all...may i make it through.

And doesn`t regret one fucking moment of it.

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You`re just a white trash kid with a father in jail and an ego larger than the trailer park fence. Stick with me and i`ll feed you cheap icecream and no lies.

I live in my head so much these days i should start buying furniture.