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“There are so many hammocks to catch you if you fall,
so many laws to keep you from experience.
All these cities I have been in the last few weeks make me fully understand the cozy,
stifling state in which most people pass through life.
I don't want to pass through life like a smooth plane ride.
All you do is get to breathe and copulate and finally die.
I don't want to go with the smooth skin and the calm brow.
I hope I end up a blithering idiot cursing the sun -
hallucinating, screaming, giving obscene and inane lectures on street corners and public parks.
People will walk by and say, "Look at that drooling idiot. What a basket case."
I will turn and say to them
"It is you who are the basket case. For every moment you hated your job,
cursed your wife and sold yourself to a dream that you didn't even conceive.
For the times your soul screamed yes and you said no. For all of that.
For your self-torture, I see the glowing eyes of the sun! The air talks to me! I am at all times!"
And maybe, the passers by will drop a coin into my cup.”
-Henry Rollins
w.o.r.d.s.
Sunday, November 13, 2:18 p.m.
Remember...smoking pot in the park.
drinking in the park.
On your hands and knee's, throwing up.
Remember...that little room.
all those people.
Remember taking that little pill...I think it was blue.
Remember...everyone's laughter, everyone's eyes, everyone's voices.
All those people I didn't really know.
Remember...getting stoned. Always stoned. I was constantly stoned.
Sometimes I think I ruined things for good.
Remember... how angry he got, and how he shook and walked away.
Remember... being scared. Too scared to do anything.
How long did it take to get out?
And then right back in...
With a different one.
Except he didn't scare me, just hurt me. He
lied and
lied and
lied. Made promices and broke them and lied some more.
And in the end it was all my
fault.
Just like it's always all my
fault.
And I made promices to myself.
And I lied to myself.
Am I right back in...
With a different one?
So much has changed, everything has really. Everything I
am
was
will be
It's so different now.
What can I blame now
now that I'm
sober?
Really actually
soberWill I continue with the same mistakes?
Am I right back in?
With a different one?
