April 2011
Sober Late Night Ponderings.
I can believe things that are true and things that aren’t true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they’re true or not.
I believe that the greatest poets of the last century were the Wu-Tang Clan, that jade is dried mystical ancient dragon jizz, and that thousands of years ago in a former life I was a one-eyed shaman.
I believe that the will of manifest destiny will send...
Stuck.
I don’t understand people who believe they’ll be happy if they go and live somewhere else. It doesn’t work that way. Your surroundings and the people in your life are a direct influence, but they’re not you. Ultimately it is your decisions, on whatever matter, yours. And you will live with them forever. Wherever you go, you take yourself with you.
There are a hundred things she has tried to chase away the things she won’t remember and that she can’t even let herself think about because that’s when the birds scream and the worms crawl and somewhere in her mind it’s always raining a slow and endless drizzle.
You will hear that she has left the country, that there was a gift she wanted you to have, but it is lost...
“Normally, in anything I do, I’m fairly miserable. I do it, and I get...”
– Gaiman.
J. Cole - “Show Me Somethin’”
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I think all of my spite stems from my belief that certain people don’t deserve to enjoy the things I love.
It sounds like I’m being immature and selfish. I was and I still am. I wanted to at least get it off my chest for once.
Now I just keep the best things to myself.
