February 2012
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ListenBill Hicks - People Who Hate People
Feb 29th
Ugh. Feeling highly irritable and fucking hostile.
Feb 29th
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Feb 28th
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Feb 28th
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The Inevitable F-Bomb
In four days time I will be forty years old. Forty. In reality, I’ll only be four days older than I am now. But it bothers me, it has ever since I turned thirty-nine. My mental checklist of achievement and status razzes me, thought I’d be married with my own family by now. Not necessarily because I want that, it was just the blueprint I was sold as a kid. Hell, I don’t even like...
Feb 28th
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Feb 27th
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“We always long for the forbidden things, and desire what is denied us.”
– François Rabelais
Feb 27th
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Feb 26th
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ListenShe Wants Revenge - Tear You Apart
Feb 26th
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I saw Drive last night for the first time. Loved it. Maybe it’s just my twisted sense of romance but I thought it was beautiful (despite the intense violence).
Feb 26th
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Feb 25th
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Autumn Within
It is autumn; not without But within me is the cold. Youth and spring are all about; It is I that have grown old. Birds are darting through the air, Singing, building without rest; Life is stirring everywhere, Save within my lonely breast. There is silence: the dead leaves Fall and rustle and are still; Beats no flail upon the sheaves, Comes no murmur from the mill. By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Feb 25th
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Feb 25th
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Feb 24th
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ListenThe Distillers - For Tonight You’re Only...
Feb 24th
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Howl
I feel numb enough to get by. All ill will is being poured into my hate and anger, bolstering my strength. At best I feel invulnerable, at worst I feel disconnected. Better this way than the alternative. I hoped to be more lucid than this but I can barely keep my eyes open. What is it about Friday evening that makes me want to fall asleep? Friday used to be the night for howling at the moon. Guess...
Feb 24th
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Feb 22nd
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Feb 22nd
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Feb 22nd
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“Vice is its own reward.”
– Quentin Crisp
Feb 22nd
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“Vices are their own punishment.”
– Aesop
Feb 22nd
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Feb 20th
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Cut
This puzzle of flesh no longer satisfies me. I fight for truth from behind requisite lies. The cost is too high. Jagged smiles and hollow words condemn me. I think more and more about the cut and less and less about the consequences.
Feb 19th
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Feb 19th
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Why Did I Laugh Tonight? No Voice Will Tell
Why did I laugh tonight? No voice will tell: No God, no Demon of severe response, Deigns to reply from Heaven or from Hell. Then to my human heart I turn at once. Heart! Thou and I are here, sad and alone; I say, why did I laugh? O mortal pain! O Darkness! Darkness! ever must I moan, To question Heaven and Hell and Heart in vain. Why did I laugh? I know this Being’s lease, My fancy to its...
Feb 19th
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Feb 18th
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Feb 18th
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Down The Road, Not Across The Street
Self-pity has made me weak. My mind has crossed over from rational to the irrational. I don’t know how it happened. Sometimes life just feels like an obscure dream, all logic hobbled by emotion. I’ve been shouting so hard for somebody to hear me, whilst feeling sorry for myself. It seems life doesn’t work that way, friends don’t step in to lend comfort and support. Perhaps...
Feb 17th
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ListenNine Inch Nails - Piggy (Nothing Can Stop Me Now)
Feb 17th
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Cardiac Chalk Outline
Never use your heart as a compass. You’ll end up lost. For me, following my heart is a bad idea. It seldom leads anywhere good and there’s never a happy ending. I believe in truth and passion but all it brings is hurt. I’m not a bad looking guy (not repulsive anyway) but my psyche is malformed and hideous. It swims beneath my skin - fighting and merging with my personality. A...
Feb 16th
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Coda
There’s little in taking or giving, There’s little in water or wine; This living, this living, this living Was never a project of mine. Oh, hard is the struggle, and sparse is The gain of the one at the top, For art is a form of catharsis, And love is a permanent flop, And work is the province of cattle, And rest’s for a clam in a shell, So I’m thinking of throwing the...
Feb 15th
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Feb 14th
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“They spoil every romance by trying to make it last forever.”
– Oscar Wilde
Feb 14th
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Feb 14th
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Saint Valentine was beaten with clubs and stoned; when that failed to kill him, he was beheaded. I take great comfort in that.
Feb 14th
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Feb 13th
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ListenRilo Kiley - Love And War (11/11/46)
Feb 13th
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Feb 13th
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Feb 12th
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“In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life. It goes...”
– Robert Frost
Feb 12th
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Feb 11th
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Feb 11th
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ListenThe Kills - Nail In My Coffin
Feb 11th
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Feb 11th
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Blindness
Our true hearts are forever lonely: A wistfulness is in our thought: Our lights are like the dawns which only Seem bright to us and yet are not. Something you see in me I wis not: Another heart in you I guess: A stranger’s lips—but thine I kiss not, Erring in all my tenderness. I sometimes think a mighty lover Takes every burning kiss we give: His lights are those which round us hover: For...
Feb 11th
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Feb 10th
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Lies Are The New Truth
Last week was a total bust. All I wanted to do was relax and unwind but it wasn’t to be. My resolve fell apart and before long the sky was falling. Every cerebral function poisoned and mislead. At my appointment with Julie, I sat and cried. Each disclosure bringing more shame than relief. Does talking even help? By Wednesday I felt so far gone that consequence had no relevance. It was...
Feb 10th
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Feb 8th
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Feb 8th
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Every day I feel less. Every day I care less. Running on empty. Zero. I need everything and nothing. Always and never.
Feb 7th