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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, April 30, 10:01 p.m.
I watch wayyy too many horror movies. It's gotta be completely unhealthy.
This weekend I watched the original Exorcist movie. For the millionth time. I really like it, it doesn't scare me yet at the same time it has the magical ability to keep me up alll fucking night.
Why?
The devil childs face. It haunts me so.
Since I'm a totally freakish organizer and neat-aholic I spent my weekend mostly organizing random rooms throughout the house, throwing shit out and cleaning. My room and the kitchen will never be the same again. I think the food cupboards freak everyone out now because of their unnatural order.
I actually washed the inside of the fridge out.
Does this make me a headcase?
Me and Loni went to the drive-in. Ate hidious amounts of junk food and acted like total farts. It was a good time. And I actually hung out with my stepsister.
There's large amounts of drama going on with my dad and stepmom. It's...stressful.
My dads talking about like...packing up and leaving her and she's talking about not wanting to get married anymore.
And she's in savage bitch mode.
I moved here to get away from constant screaming and fighting and I appear to have walked into The Horrible Divorce 2.
Whether or not they'll actually split up is unknown to me right now. I don't want to move again though, even if it's just to an appartment nearby.
Ahhhhhh I dunno.
Broke homes are so overrated.
