It’s nice when someone sees us, or has the ability to see us.
Talking about the intricacies of your sadness feels like a perversity after people get accustomed to the idea that you’re a natural grump. This openness has become a disgusting habit. I feel disloyal towards myself. After I share the deep shit that’s been bothering me, my mind is like a non-stop bar. People come in for comfort and a good time, but they end up pissing everywhere. An ill bird fallen...
The Coup - Laugh/Love/Fuck
After midnight. Otis Redding time.
If you can’t live by your heart, you’re just pissin’ in the...– Ben Weaver
Day Bleeding Rain Roberto Bolaño Oh day bleeding rain, what are you doing in the soul of the abandoned, day bleeding volition only barely glimpsed: behind the reed curtain, in the mire, with your toes seized up in pain like a small shivering animal: but you’re not small and you’re shivering from pleasure, day cloaked in the might of volition, frozen stiff in a mire that’s maybe not of this...