The world is empty, alone, cold. In the mind, on the skin, darkness. Darkness like the freezing vacuum-fire of all the infinite space beyond Earth. Dear God, a contained atmosphere for living-space? Earth is only deception, illusion, complete trickery to make us think that existence is warm and clean and fresh and that life is possible...always ( Read more... )

Post-movie, Sunday morning. My stomach hurts -- it's been hours since I've eaten, but that doesn't seem to make much difference today. Hunger is just a strange, anamorphic idea floating around my house. I'll leave town the day after tomorrow and sit in a room in my parents' house. Hopefully I'll read. Chances are that I'll squander the free time ( Read more... )

I don't have any friends! I think this is funny. I need cigarettes and soon. Only a FEW MORE MONTHS ( Read more... )

Point 50. Into the garbled mess of the portable toilet I go. It was turned upside-down and the shit ran everywhere, of course, and of course we say "shit" instead of a softer euphemism because we're post-modern these days, and you can't get into the club without one or two vulgar citations, "fuck" and "fuck harder." We've deconstructed our ( Read more... )

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