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I wish I could go back to Apartheid just for the music.

The fear of death feels a lot like the opposite of realising that you're dreaming. Not facing the experience of disappearing into nothingness but like being swallowed into the ever swishing mercurial sea of the nameless subconscious and inevitably you lose who you are and all you ever were.

Is it loneliness that makes us strong or strength that makes us lonely?

I feel a bender coming, like an amputee can feel a storm, "It's gonna be a big one" he says. I simply nod my head because it will.

It's the only dream worth not giving up on.

"He fed a whole crowd with two fishes and a loaf of bread." No one ever asks what they ate for dinner. Like, teach me that trick. So that I'll always be able to feed my family till they're full off of the scraps that are always never enough. "Give a man a fish" type shit.

I'm angry and would like to fight There is no one I would like to hurt more Than myself. And I need a little help with that.

When I'm done with a chapter I close the book and seeing the thinness of the pages compared to the slab I've yet to get to makes me happy As that slab thins melancholy sets in and yet, as in life despite knowing the end is near I continue. Anything else miniscules all the joy that came before.

Although they are anything but, There is something persistently peaceful Being around old drunks.

I'm not afraid to fight. I know no one can defeat me, Yet, When the fight is against myself, Who wins? Either way, I do. That's a scary thought

There is a soft, squishy egg Where a man is supposed to be If you touch it He cries So he ignores it, Rotting, Acting like the smell doesn't bother him. Tears Bravado Melancholy Defiance A man.

I have this great fear of being seen. I'm unsure what, but something within, when revealed, makes me worthy of being unloved. Like a burning bag of shit.

The world wants to show you things if only you would let it.

For whatever childhood psychological reasons, I act like a people pleaser because I want to make up for the mistakes of the other guy, the other child? Who inevitably did something to prove he deserves to be alone. Note the word "childhood" to keep you from judging me too harshly for being such a p

#moodboard

And now, I will take you to one of the bookstores in Kyiv. I want you to see how beautiful Kyiv is.

If you’re the kind of person who easily forgets what you’ve accomplished, you need a practice for reminding yourself. Count the years, the finished projects, the progress, the praise, count it all up and use it as evidence against the ever present criticism in your head that you’re not doing enough.

The hammer of fate, Striking your life, Forging, Relentlessly.

It's me that you're scaring, Connecting to you and now I can see that we pairing.

I still get lost sometimes.

I have always noticed when a girl is wearing a bra. But I have never noticed my own nipples.

Superman teaser not bad. Stop hating.

Bender time.

Destiny is a game of chess. The pawn can never see the board the way you do, You don't expect them to Because it isn't strictly necessary, To achieve their destiny, already written.

Another day, Another human interaction to affirm my fear of abandonment. I deserve it though, To be alone to the end of it all. It's all I've ever known.

Your cup is poisoned. Sick, cramps, fevers and a host of horrors. Laughter. It takes courage but you laugh with your poisoners, murdering not one. In their own misguided way they were trying to show their care. This is human friendship. Don't tell me about the dangers of cigarettes.

What do women really want? Flowers? Shoes? Murder? The Feminine Urge is an anthology about what women urge for deep down in the back of their minds.

I walk to the door with the burner on tuck.

"Feelings aren't real. Feelings are a reaction to a perceived wound."

Considering becoming an assassin and taking out a hit on myself so I can succeed at something.

Memories are echoes that start in the cave and end at you. Scent, Sensation, Images shrouded in shadow Obscured by misinterpretation.

I know where I'm going, I just don't know how to get there.

The basis of our perception of space, as in matter, is founded on movement through space and the contextual relationship of objects in space relative to movement. I wonder in what ways we've neglected to perceive the concept of space.

He died as he lived, On meth, Not like some pansy on cocaine, Like a man.

Rest in peace MJG

Imposter. The people you treat terribly, Hailing Your goodness, Is a nuanced kind of torture.

Rent free, A song lives with me For a while.

The studios are sabotaging Coppola.

SZAnese

Balance finds a way because it must. Your pride is no price at all.

Witchy Yule

Panic. A sense of scarcity.