Confrontation makes a lot more sense
when there’s no one on the other end of the line.
Be it drugs or drink.
My incapacity for think.
The first step towards honest conversation with me.
Speaking truth to today
will always be easier.
And I don’t think tomorrow wants to hear about it anyway.
One of those mornings
and a joke.
Because I’m just that much smarter than me.
I’ll bet I wish I used better punctuation.
Went to the grocery store to buy some brie.
Before entering ICA:
took a moment to reflect on how much of a douche-bag I am for setting out to buy brie.
Brie is not a food you buy.
Brie is a food that is bought for you.
Brie is that something you find at a nice dinner party and think:
"wow, this is really tasty, glad this was here to be tasted," and
"this guy’s a real fucker, as he’s a male who has chosen brie, instead of a more accessible cheese, to be a part of his already pretentious appetizer spread."
I have become that fucker.
Only I have one-upped that fucker, the fucker entertaining guests.
My plan was to just buy some brie for me. And nobody else. Which is way fuck-ier.
Good thing I have a case of Czech beer at home to drink away the snobbiness.
writing is easy,
it is so fucking hard.
are done when you take them,
are so god damned easy to change;
piece of shit one of them is daring you to fix it.
not only the words,
but the stanzas they fit into too.
…found film again;
as per usual.
The thing about real art
is that it makes me believe I can make it.
…tried to make it again;
as per usual.