Sitting on the bathroom floor. Vodka mixed with Coca Cola. Deftones - Adrenaline (long time coming to be added to my Working List of Most Beautiful Albums). The smell of bleach processing. There is little that could remind me more of pre-highschool. There is little that could remind me more of being a teenager. Of choking.
Still choking.
I have found a few things that give me sense of purpose, sense of peace...if there's anything I've learned from being young and stupid, it's been gratitude; gratitude as the fundamentally most important thing you can have if you're going to have anything. You can live in the lushest of surroundings, have wine and dinner handed to you on a silver platter (and if you're there you're probably not grateful anyway), and if you have no gratitude, you have nothing. You have nothing.
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Fucking Blogger
I tried to edit the template. This looks like shit. I don't have time to figure out how to change it back. Sorry you have to look at this ugly crap.
Monday, July 23, 2012
ἀλήθεια/Aletheia
According to Martin Heidegger, this painting by Van Gough of shoes, reveals the whole truth about the entire world:
Sunday, July 22, 2012
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Living for the inbetweens
Adult. Middle Class. Work all day. Properly sedated. Pharmacopia is the opiate of the inured, of the capitulated. So we resign ourselves to unfelt feeling. Happy dumb skin numb, so that we can try and live a few hours a week in paroxysms of fighting or fucking. Thank god for those, and those who don't forget that part.
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Saturday, July 7, 2012
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