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

messy ex-fuck


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

Saturday, 8 June 2013

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.

Wednesday, 5 June 2013

Selfish?



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

Thursday, 23 May 2013

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.

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

Entrance gate

My heart has only entrance gates.




Now, how harsh is

that?

Thursday, 9 May 2013

Victimized dreams


I want to sleep to death.

Tuesday, 30 April 2013

Next





Thanks for the fuck up. NEXT

Friday, 26 April 2013

Old


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

Saturday, 6 April 2013

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




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

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

Not enough

that's not nearly enough
I want to scan the sunrise.

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

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 .