January 2010
15 posts
“People were once killed by squalor. Now they are killed by affluence.”
this
It would be a lie to say I was surprised that they ran away. It was the day after… the storm. That’s right. I guess you should always run away around other dramatic events; better to give them a little bit more grief than to give them a whole lot of grief when they aren’t prepared for it.
So that’s what they did.
I still remember when we were kids and we’d plan to...
“Life’s not a collection: if you can make a few good friends, not make...”
What if this all actually did happen a very long time ago, and this life, or the life we think we’re living, is actually memories flashing by our eyes in the moments before we die?
“Love isn’t about flowers and weekends away. It’s about cleaning up...”
The fact is, human attraction isn’t just about reproduction. It’s about this “love” thing, or just about this “horny” thing. It’s about broken hearts and crying late at night and happy times and wedding rings and smashing glasses and kissing in the rain. And whether you’re doing those things with a man or a woman doesn’t matter, as long as, in...
“Duncan Jones, the new king, not-so-innocent, but with much to learn.”
tripping iv
Everything is screaming. All the bodies writhe against each other, an orgy of violence, rage. And I’m screaming with it. Biting with it, fighting with it. Against it. For it. I move with the music but when I find a face I don’t want to love it, I want to fight it. I pull the body towards me and I swing at it. I want to tear it apart, just to see it squirm. I know what it did and it deserves it....
