- Take a shower; it will feel pretty good, and when you throw up in there, you have less cleaning to do
- Side two of Billy Joel’s The Nylon Curtain
- Upon waking up, text “ughhhhhh” to anyone you saw the night before
- Smoke every salvageable cigarette dangling from ashtray
- Percocet,…
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(Source: The Onion)
it’s such a strange place! always thriving and busy, crawled all over by feet and wheels and planes, the way ants would seize an old apple. we’re catapulting quickly through the universe, into the unknown, and we still find time to think about feelings! about pleasure, about pain and i’m baffled by it to be honest, confused and confounded. i don’t understand us sometimes, i don’t understand it at all. lines of shouting people zig zag across the lands and oceans, and everyone is yelling in different languages, just trying to scream louder than whoever is next to them. but, i suppose that makes us good. if we were all happy, we would all have to be the same, and we would become animals. there is time for happiness, but there is also time for gut-wrenching despair and vomit, and there is time for bloodied knuckles and smoke. we are either a science experiment gone wrong, and this is all in someone’s plan, or we’re all alone, wandering forward into both eternal darkness and imminent destruction of everything we know and love, and the funny, beautifully tragic thing is, we keep wandering forward! sometimes i just don’t believe it; it gets to strange and dreamy, and the mornings and the nights start blending and soon it’s just one long smear of a day, but the truth is, it doesn’t matter how things seem to be, i’m the tiniest fraction of something huge, something thrashing and belching and blind, and it gives me no satisfaction to think about these things, but these are the only things i know about people. forward, forward, we go! there is no time to think. there is occasionally time for love and hatred but once you get caught up in the life of the mind it’s only a matter of time before you start to loose it.
