I can't comprehend logic

I find it difficult to think of stories that make sense.

Today lets talk about darkness

goldy

So lets talk about sad stories and crashed dreams and failed romances, you seem like you can handle it.

Love is not eternal

-I don't want light, it disturbs me. -I have an idea.

Only suffering can last forever.

Futility decomposes

The girl who fell asleep on the escalators of the tube had formed the view that Eight o'clock in the morning was the ugliest girl she had ever seen. She had been forced to see her again that day against her will because she received a call to attend along with other depressed people with empty eyes on underground trains. She could never understand why such an arrogant chick like depression would hit all those strangers with no common attribute to unite them all, paradoxically, with the same calamity. How the fuck was she able to suck the guts and whatever else she  could find inside the bodies of those around her and especially of herself, without leaving the slightest mark or pinhole. No, no, that's bullshit and lies, do not confuse me with your thoughts so I won't narrate things as they are. You know very well that no chick is responsible for the gap in your eyes and your absent guts. Next time take attendance and do not blame outsiders. What was to blame was that she thinks too much. Without realizing it she comprehended the futility of the world. That's what you get when you think all the time without having the restrictive blinders or complexes of a prodigy. I can not blame her though, alas. It came to her like a free fall in potassium while she was wet, when she reunited after a year with the carefree and lonesome Time who was constantly hitting on her when she was turning back alone. That son of a bitch didn't talk to her as if  to provoke her to keep thinking more and more till he drove her crazy and in the end he always made her cry. Everything made her cry though, except maybe some random stray dogs she met occasionaly and made them the honor  of seeing her denture for 3 milliseconds.

However she wasn't a dog person but she spent 20 years believing so. Bullshit. It was cats she liked, they had the nerve to showcase their spunk, she said. They circulated their flaw, to desert the people who love & feed them without hesitation, around the street, so we were prepaired not to expect much. After all they are more beautiful and supple and the fur is nicer to fondle and more independent unlike them puppy pricks who can't even wipe their ass. The dog, however, is stupid on the square. To be domesticated by us imbecile bipeds the shit in their heads must have multiplied. This is how the girl, who fell asleep on the escalators of the tube, did her math.

G

I think far less men would be brutally stabbed and shot by their lovers if they just knew where the g spot is.

Anytime

stranded in village with more cats than residents

I have the social skills needed just not the will to apply them.

Fuck, I'm sick

People tent to think rationalising any human behaviour reinforces the cultural force. Being too sad is an illness, too happy as well, too innovative or radical, vague and telling lies, an illness too. I doubt having a personality won't be an illness in a few decades.

Vacuum included

messy ex-fuck

I recently reached the level where tidying up my computer takes the same time as tidying up my house(vacuum included).

A penny

early in the morning. you notice the victims of the night

I'm not worth anything more whatsoever, I have nothing to give.

Selfish?

I'm selfish? If I was selfish I would have killed myself long ago.

Time flies

black sunrise

But times change, and now my favourite days are the ones scheduled just to think about you. Petty coincidence it is that the same days drive me to the edge of my window.

By default

Packing up is sad by default.

No matter if the house has mostly served as a crying nest, still it was home, the most home I've ever had. That's home, to cry unfuckingdisturbed.

Entrance gate

My heart has only entrance gates.

Now, how harsh is

that?

Victimized dreams

I want to sleep to death.

Next

Thanks for the fuck up. NEXT

Old

Maybe when I get older I will also start making pointless questions.

It's not a problem, it's a juncture

No. I hate humanity. I don't want to be a part of this.

Highway

What has become of myself? Or rather what have I turned myself into?
My days are long gone but I'm still going. Will this suffice?

Not enough

that's not nearly enough

I want to scan the sunrise.

No you can't

Don't treat me like that. I can't be treated like that anymore, that's too human and I'm not a person anymore. I'm all the nightmares you ever saw. I'm nothing but dead meat striving to reach hell. Brake the chains that tie me here or wake me, feed me, wash me and put me to bed until I reach it. Can you do that?

Old drafts

my favourite doll got burned soon after the photo
it's not my favourite any more

There are still so many pancakes I wish we could have shared .

Wet with no name

Suddenly I had to change the way I referred to myself and get wet on my way home.

Bitter flavoured days

can never get rid of old habits and old shoes

Can't suppress my bitterness.

The dream that lasted longer than a life

I died before I woke up from my dream.

Stinks, it stinks

Don't fear. No tear, no river, no sea.

If I should keep you as part of myself, so be it. I'd much rather prefer it if that part didn't exist though. I'd much rather prefer it if I hadn't met you. I'd much rather prefer it if my world wasn't so full of you, sure.

If you contributed to what I am I don't wanna be me.

Second verse

If I promise to always tell you the truth will you promise to lie to me forever?

First verse

Paradise didn't exist to begin with. What was there was just an illusion.

Other people's dreams

I wonder where I travel when I sneak into other people's dreams.

Grain

Such a fragile body yet so difficult to get rid of.

Might leave

Honestly I'd rather leave than let this February leave.