We whip the groaning masses of the country
towards a theoretical future happiness, which we can only see. For the energies of this generation are exhausted; they were spent in the Revolution; for this generation is bled white and there is nothing left of it but a moaning, numbed, apathetic lump of sacrificial flesh...Those are the consequences of our consequentialness. You called it vivisection morality. To me it seems as though the experimenters had torn the skin off the victim and left it standing with bared tissues, muscles and nerves... Darkness at Noon
So turns out I'm not a fan of Livejournal.
I'll probably still use this to reply occasionally.
Okay.
Bye.
Juice-sweetened tofu, herbal teas, frozen yogurt. Cheryl is wearing a neon-pink sweatshirt, ripped at the shoulder, the word MANIAC in sky blue, and the shirt jolts me out of something and into something else. "You're tan but you don't look happy."
So turns out I'm not a fan of Livejournal.
I'll probably still use this to reply occasionally.
Okay.
Bye.
Juice-sweetened tofu, herbal teas, frozen yogurt. Cheryl is wearing a neon-pink sweatshirt, ripped at the shoulder, the word MANIAC in sky blue, and the shirt jolts me out of something and into something else. "You're tan but you don't look happy."