magxc

jesus fuck that was one drunken weekend. cities laid to waste in the noble pursuit of a pint or twenty. hard to see how more shite could have been talked, or more things tripped over. result. of sorts.

today stayed in bed and read whole novel. splendid isolation

"we are merely the stars tennis balls, struck
and banded

which way please them"

"You have to consider that god may not like you. He never wanted you. In all probability, he hates you. If we are gods unwanted children. so be it. We dont need him. But first you must accept, not know, that some day you are going to die. It is not until we have lost everything that we are free to do anything."


"like flies to wanton boys are we to the gods

they kill us for their sport"