Saturday, 29 June 2013
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.
Sunday, 16 June 2013
Vacuum included
Saturday, 8 June 2013
A penny
Wednesday, 5 June 2013
Thursday, 23 May 2013
Time flies
Monday, 13 May 2013
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.
Saturday, 11 May 2013
Thursday, 9 May 2013
Tuesday, 30 April 2013
Friday, 26 April 2013
Saturday, 6 April 2013
Sunday, 24 March 2013
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?
Friday, 15 March 2013
Tuesday, 5 March 2013
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?
Tuesday, 19 February 2013
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