try to step outside the shadow of your great catastrophe
- When using Tumblr in French, the translation of "liked posts" is "coups de cœur", which literally translates to "blows of the heart".
- I don't know the words to describe you or this thing we have. I think I like it that way.
- For the past month, I've been listening to tMG whenever I go anywhere in the Cities, so that certain songs have now become unshakably linked with certain bus rides or places. "Palmcorder Yajna" is walking across a rain-soaked parking lot and eating macaroni; "Lovecraft in Brooklyn" is that man with the water jugs on the day before the Apocalypse; "Source Decay" is waiting for the WALK sign to come on before crossing a railroad track; "Alibi" is rereading a letter from you while heading south on the 84 line.
- My sadnesses are never sadnesses about you.
- How the world can be so beautiful. The sun coming out after a rainstorm; the organ on "For Charles Bronson"; tiny red-haired boys playing with giant red-haired dogs.
- How these things can exist and yet I still loathe myself. I do exactly what I shouldn't in every single situation. You might think I'm exaggerating, but I'm really, really not. (And if I told you, or anybody, the things I do or don't do, you'd never feel the same way again.)
- How anyone could possibly be nice to me. Why aren't they sensibly repulsed?
On a brighter note, hear me maniacally scream!