We leave the world void of dreams, void of warmth, void of life, our existence an elegant example of entropy taken to its conclusion. We look down upon the obviously self-destructive: "look at how pathetic they are," we say to ourselves from on high, "they are to be pitied, the users, the abusers." All to reassure ourselves as we metabolize in Moloch's belly, playing our individual parts in an orderly machine designed to silently dismantle each remaining fragment of our humanity over time. Who will pity us, the model citizens?
I cannot hold someone accountable for their faults and their weaknesses knowing full well that every day I voluntarily self-destruct a little bit more through my complacency and inaction. At least they have the courage to be honest about it.
I rely on my emotions to take me through life. It hurts like hell but I can't imagine what it would be like if I didn't fall so hard and so fast at the drop of a hat.
Violet wands, transsexuals, jacuzzis, drinks named after superheroes, garments torn right off my body, secret displays of affection, beautiful women and sophisticated men, cats and dogs living together, mass hysteria, this post makes about as much sense as my night did. These are strange times and my life has gotten significantly more interesting since I moved last month. There's no shortage of good conversation, intrigue or love to speak of, I just need to go see the right people.
I feel really stupid and embarrassed as hell. My brain is not operating well or even safely these days. If I am losing my grip on reality and seem bitter and irrational it's because I am just a human with weaknesses and failings. I am trying so hard to hold my head high and dignified. I am a mess but I've got to make it on my own.
Un baiser, mais à tout prendre, qu'est-ce ? Un serment fait d'un peu plus près, une promesse Plus précise, un aveu qui veut se confirmer, Un point rose qu'on met sur l'i du verbe aimer; C'est un secret qui prend la bouche pour oreille ...
"Love is all a matter of timing. It's no good meeting the right person too soon or too late. If I lived in another time or place... my story might have had a very different ending." - 2046
In the old days, if someone had a secret (or something that couldn't be said to anyone else) they would go out to the woods, find a tree, and carve a hole into it. They would whisper their secret into the hole then cover it up with mud, leaving it there forever.
There is so much that I need to say, want to say, but my words get me in trouble. What's a man to do when all he has is words? Words are my life.
You have to move to the rhythm of it all. Don't ever stop, we can't stop until the music stops, and let me tell you, they've got a hell of a show in store for us. The music goes on in hidden rooms and behind secret doors, even when you can't hear it. Dance with your heart exposed, run and jump and crash into one another. Let yourself break and let your yolk spill out and mix with theirs. Now, try to sing, sing, sing.
