There is too much violence in the world not to love; I must write with violence, a thing as essential as love.

I must quit watching House, or else more and more I shall think there is someone in the world like House.

It's funny. Some people, however much they become an expert in a field, are doomed to enjoy their referencing-ability, their capacity to pick up tender details, their well-organized assault on a book, from the vantage point of a soapbox at a cocktail party of their own hosting. However large their list of allusions and tributes gets, they will ( Read more... )

Heh, Citizenadam; Now I am Nietzsche. Or at least that part of him which you mentioned in the comment about my date post. I must be completely honest about shit if I am going to ever do something about it: this feeling is terrible. Impossible to deny. Somehow, I messed up, not disappointingly to T.S. Eliot, there was no bang but a whimper and I ( Read more... )

I express in my own mind a sort of wish for domination the which I think is present only in those who think they are great, as I do of myself, or will be, and yet who doesn't feel this way, that they deserve a single one who will match their one, indeed what is it about what I feel except that compulsion to not share but feel identically with the ( Read more... )

I am heightening my tolerance of higher pains, which I will not experience, and disregarding the minors ones which still haunt me, it's ludicrous. If I can free myself. Not ludicrous. I have a date tomorrow, why is it so unnerving? It shouldn't be, it mustn't be. It's nothing, I mean nothing more than I can handle. I haven't gone on an official ( Read more... )

Are we. Believe it, please do, you are living it. They say Television rots the mind, the Internet's vacuum of time eats your life away bit by bit, and they are partly correct, if you allow it ( Read more... )

If I ever plan on sleeping, I must work during the day. Seems the only solution. Only way to undermine my bullshit at night, pull the motivation for staying up late out from under me.

I feel I should stop yearning for the perfect combination of words, with which to topple towers; I should admit to exactly what I have at the moment, and go from there.

I hope I haven't given some wrong impression with my various posts. I realize I easily could have. To my readers, who don't exist, I shall apologize anyway ( Read more... )

It's up to the dices, now, and my determination. The horrifying part is the dices. In going in the direction which, almost forcibly, because of my own complete and total error, I must now go, it is necessary that I understand when considering the possible alternatives I have 'given' up, my failure to make myself marketable in any way, really, "Is ( Read more... )