It doesn't exist. All that is and ever will be in the grand scheme of things is an infinitesimal trudge towards oblivion.
What do we do now then?
Thursday, October 11, 2018
Sunday, October 22, 2017
Hey now, now.
I wonder. Would an 18 year old me be disappointed in the kind of square I am now.
How would the boy who was full of piss and vinegar react to the man who has grown resigned to life.
What if my memories are rose tinted lies? What the awesomeness I am longing for never existed in any place other than my mind?
How would the boy who was full of piss and vinegar react to the man who has grown resigned to life.
What if my memories are rose tinted lies? What the awesomeness I am longing for never existed in any place other than my mind?
Friday, December 09, 2016
Monday, June 23, 2014
Details
And I think that the main difference between men and women are in
the details.
Specifically, how some women like to go on
and on and revisit specific incidents with more and more emotion each time.
Until finally, when they have worked themselves up into a crescendo of wasted
time, and rapturous emotion.
Comparatively, I can understand why men may seem blasé at times.
All we want is some semblance of peace, and maybe even a drill to the head
sometimes.
Thursday, May 29, 2014
Love is,
Exhausting.
I had once thought that love was a many splendoured thing. Perhaps layered with an icky wrinkle here and there, but the fabric of which was still a wondrous solution to all of life's problems.
Unfortunately, it isn't.
It is a measure of the amount effort taken to maintain such a beautiful facade. It is, a wonderful escape. A beautiful con. A rapturous feeling. Comforting.
How much effort to mantain something so precious-fragile, as such things tend to be.
How much before collapsing under the sheer effort expended to maintain this wonderful harmony.
Surely, there must be a solution to this riddle. How much, indeed.
I had once thought that love was a many splendoured thing. Perhaps layered with an icky wrinkle here and there, but the fabric of which was still a wondrous solution to all of life's problems.
Unfortunately, it isn't.
It is a measure of the amount effort taken to maintain such a beautiful facade. It is, a wonderful escape. A beautiful con. A rapturous feeling. Comforting.
How much effort to mantain something so precious-fragile, as such things tend to be.
How much before collapsing under the sheer effort expended to maintain this wonderful harmony.
Surely, there must be a solution to this riddle. How much, indeed.
Sunday, January 26, 2014
Shut up and be happy!
When the rose tinted shades come off.
The night, you are still my best and most resilient friend. There is such comfort to by found in the quiet and never ending abyss of nothingness.
The world can be a terrible place. With too many people and egos and emotions that need satiating. There is comfort to be found when there are no expectations.
Just, pleasure in company.
Thank you for being you, and thank you for being here.
Now, shut and and let's be happy.
The night, you are still my best and most resilient friend. There is such comfort to by found in the quiet and never ending abyss of nothingness.
The world can be a terrible place. With too many people and egos and emotions that need satiating. There is comfort to be found when there are no expectations.
Just, pleasure in company.
Thank you for being you, and thank you for being here.
Now, shut and and let's be happy.
Friday, October 11, 2013
Days when it seems like killing yourself is a good idea.
But maybe not today.
You win, world. Back to daily grind of being a fucking disappointment.
You win, world. Back to daily grind of being a fucking disappointment.
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