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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.
Thursday, December 22, 7:58 p.m.
She's in love with liquid eyeliner, red lipstick and heavy perfume.
Lacquered nails that glitter in the light.
Or anything that glitters really...
Music makes her whole body tingle. Sends shivers down her spine.
Capturing images is like magic...hopelessly unattainable no matter how hard she tries.
She really wishes stars were star shaped and hearts were heart shaped.
And in her world, everything needs to be gift wrapped with a perfect little bow.
She wishes the world were more vibrant and colorful, because sometimes it seems a little dull.
A lot of the time she lives entirely inside her head and worries that others might realize.
And then they'll think she's crazy.
And why can't everyone be a movie star? Not today’s movie stars...but from before.
1950's starlets.
They were really beautiful.
And she wishes that high heels were always worn by everyone, to impossible heights.
That skirts swished and that waists were corseted.
Because the lines are beautiful.
She's in love with art, playing with paint, making new colours.
Smelly markers are her favorite.
That must mean she's not serious.
She really hates the special occasions that everyone loves.
She doesn't want to follow the path that has already been set out for her by everyone else.
A lot of the time she feels completely lost and confused and overwhelmed.
And she wonders if the odds really are against her.
And she wonders if she could just write her life like a story and have everything fall into place.
But of course she knows that will never happen.
She wishes that the world of high fashion and diy could somehow mesh together perfectly.
She wishes that everyone would just grow up and stop being so pathetic.
She has no self confidence yet somehow thinks she's better than everyone else.
Sometimes she wakes up and thinks that this world isn't for her.
But then she realizes it's the only world there is.
So she goes back to sleep and forgets all about it.
