figments of a queer
Sunday, August 21st, 2005i admire addicts. in a world where everybody is waiting for some bline, random disaster, or some sudden disease, the addict has the comfort of knowing what will most likely wait for him down the road. He’s taken some control over his ultimate fate, and his addiction keeps the cause of death from being a total surprise…
our real discoveries came from chaos, from going to the place taht looks wrong and stupid and foolish…
love is bullshit. emotion is bullshit. i am a rock. a jerk. i’m an uncaring asshole and is proud of it…
all God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. we must never, ever be boring…
where would jesus be if no one had written the gospels?…
i want to work in a funeral home to feel good about myself, just the fact that i am breathing…
what we call chaos are just patterns we haven’t recognized. what we call random are just patterns we can’t decipher. what we can’t understand we call nonsense. what we can’t read we call gibberish. there is no freewill. there are no variables. there is only the inevitable…
