4:32PM

you'll always be the same.

4:26PM

Poll #1430299
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All

having lived the life you've lived, if you had a choice: would you wish that you were never born.

other:

4:18PM

let's say i've been opening effexor capsules, smoking wormwood & listening to courtney love all day to try & understand you better

4:14PM - gulag look.

114.4 lbs. but who's counting

3:28PM

all reactionaries should be lined up and shot.

3:27PM

all revolutionaries should be lined up and shot.

3:19PM

all ritualists should be lined up and shot.

2:52PM - dead people don't make sense.

all you have to do (in life) is die.

2:51PM

"self-improvement really isn't my gig."

1:45AM

Oh,
I
know

I too shall cease and be as when I was not yet, only all over instead of in store. That makes me happy, often now my murmur falters and dies and I weep for happiness as I go along and for love of this old earth

that has carried me so long and whose uncomplainingness will soon be mine. Just under the surface I shall be, all together at first, then separate, and drift through all the earth and perhaps in the end through a cliff into the sea, something of me.

A ton of worms in an acre, that is a wonderful thought,
a ton of worms, I believe it.

--- Samuel Beckett in
From an Abandoned Work

12:28AM - in the state i've worked myself up in

if i could begin to tell you one thing, i would never finish
(everything i don't know is telling you a secret)

8:18PM

the dry tears endangerment.

1:38AM

listless dreams of more modest refusals

12:29PM

human is orphaned prison chaingang of undelegated oblivion.

3:47PM

they've taken even the rudiments to construct a makeshift exit.

3:44PM

willpower is at an all-time low, with an allergy to stimulation. it's like the death itself is saying "be quiet, let us finish. we're working."

9:06AM - don't remember writing this.

doing the 'cry-when-i-cum' thing again.

5:20PM - 2003-2009

i'm retiring.

7:45AM - w.s. (parts of a world)

THE DWARF

Now it is September and the web is woven.
The web is woven and you have to wear it.

The winter is made and you have to bear it,
The winter web, the winter woven, wind and wind,

For all the thoughts of summer that go with it
In the mind, pupa of straw, moppet of rags.

It is the mind that is woven, the mind that was jerked
And tufted in straggling thunder and shuttered sun.

It is all that you are, the final dwarf of you,
That is woven and woven and waiting to be worn,

Neither as mask nor as garment but as a being,
Torn from insipid summer, for the mirror of cold,

Sitting beside your lamp, there citron to nibble
And coffee dribble . . . . Frost is in the stubble.

2:06AM

the natural enemy of humans is trees. pulp nonfiction.