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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, January 22, 2:22 p.m.
I find it rather funny that at 18 you're finally deciding to be a "parent".
That at this age you think it's a good time to jump into my life and start controlling me.
I don't think I would be as bitter about this had you been around for the previous years, you know, when it mattered.
Instead of leaving with my mom who didn't really do anything either.
If you honestly think that I need you at this point you're sorely mistaken.
And I would gladly clear things up for you..
You're a hypocritical asshole. You're a lier. You don't look at me like and adult, and you don't want me to make my own choices.
You're so fucking terrified that I've grown up and I'm going away.
Do you honestly think that you can change any of that? You can't.
And all you're doing is making me realize what a fucking joke you are.
You're a control freak, you think you're always right. And you don't know shit.
I would LOVE to tell you everything I've seen and done in my life so far, because you don't have a fucking clue.
And you can pout and guilt trip all you fucking want. It really doesn't work when I don't really like you in the first place.
