How do people have kids at this age? I can barely handle wearing clothes or eating. Let alone cleaning up the various piles of health hazard that are accruing about my living space. They aren’t even fast moving, that’s the sad part. It’s like watching a night ambush, or a soccer game wherein one team is sober and the other has been given ambien. I have a bad tendency to brag when...
The world was new again
And rain fell on my speakers the world was new, again, and the dull hiss of a paper cone was profundity, intermitent doubled upon itself with cries, with pain and my stomach. The world was new, again profundity left when we found out I couldn’t eat milk without burning from the inside out pain left me for an easy fix, arthur rimbaud sinking into anonymous times, dark paris...
The church of mad love is such a lonely place to be– David Bowie
I may be done trusting sadists.