I Tell Nicos Flowered Backside How Beautiful She Is, How Sweet She Is And How Much I Need Her. Her Skin
I tell Nicos flowered backside how beautiful she is, how sweet she is and how much I need her. Her skin and hair. To make it last, because this is the only time I can say it. Because the moment this is over, we'll hate eachother. The only person we'll hate more than eachother is ourselves. These are the only few moments I can be human, just for these minutes, I don't feel lonely. And riding me up and down, Nico says, ' so when do I get to meet your mom?' And ' never ' I say, ' That's impossible, I mean. ' ...Ask any man about his mom during sex, and you can delay the big blast forever. And Nico says, ' So is she dead now? ' and I say, ' sort of. ' Anymore when i go to visit my mom, I don't even pretend to be myself, hell i don't even pretend to know myself very well, not anymore. My mom, it's like her sole occupation at this point is losing weight. What's left of her is so thin she has to be a puppet.... The next time I go to visit my mom I'm still Fred Hastings, her old public defender, and she keeps me yakking all afternoon. I tell her I'm not married, and she says that's a shame...The next visit I'm still Fred, but married and with 3 children. ' Three is too many, people should stop at two ' she says, the next visit I have two. Every visit there's less and less of her under the blanket, in another way there's less and less of Victor Mancini sitting in the chair next to her bed. The next day I'm myself again, and it's only a few minutes before my mom rings for the nurse to escort me back to the lobby. We sit not talking then she says ' Victor ' she says, ' I need to tell you something....Fred Hastings was here, you remember Fred don't you? These days he has a wife and two perfect children, it was such a pleasure ' my mom says ' to see life work out for such a good person. ' ' I told him to buy land ' my moms says ' they're not making it anymore ' I ask her who she means by they, and she presses the nurse button again
Chuck Palahniuk, Choke
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Concerning Horoscopes and Tarot Cards
A short summation, Horoscopes: bullshit, Tarot: Psychologically useful, but not for the reasons you think. Fun fact, men ONLY know horoscopes because women place some weird emphasis on it, fun fact if you let sign compatibility dictate who you date, you deserve to be alone and we dont need your genes in the genepool.
Tarot is interesting ( not mystic at all ) in that depending what pattern you draw, its usually like this is the problem, this is a thing(s) effecting the problem, heres the things affecting you making a decision on how to solve the obstacles of the problem yadda yadda yadda. theres nothing mystic about it, it just forces you to focus on your problems and possible causes and solutions.
In summation, horoscopes, kill yourself, dont care if youre a virgo or whatever, thats Babylonian babble. Tarot, try it sometime
The moon had risen behind him, the color of a shark's underbelly. It lit the ruined walls, and the skin of his arms and hands, with its sickly light, making him long for a mirror in which to study his face. Surely he'd be able to see the bones beneath the meat; the skull gleaming the way his teeth gleamed when he smiled. After all, wasn't that what a smile said? Hello, world, this is the way I'll look when the wet parts are rotted.
Clive Barker, The Great and Secret Show
Swedish children discuss the concept of god in a way that makes most adults look like morons. Just for fun, here’s a list of the most atheist countries in the world:
1 - China
2 - Japan
3 - Czech Republic
4 - France
5 - Australia
6 - Iceland
Hellraiser Directed by Clive Barker (1987)
Having overcome seasickness, and having found my sea legs, I now take great pleasure in climbing to the crows nest at sunset and enjoying my ration of rum heaving to and fro in the waves. The wind is already starting to chill at night, but in a most refreshing way. I still know no one on this ship, many people speaking languages unfamiliar to me, and have consequentially often been lost in my own thoughts. The vast unending sea still seems a foreign visage, however I am slowly acclimating to it, and between anxious contemplation of the wide open spaces find it to be aesthetically pleasing. Looking out at the wild blue yonder I cant help but contemplate what secrets it holds, and what fates lie on its varied shores. No man is an island they say, perhaps we are simply archipelagos, and the sea is our only binding commonality.
Here is another song I played on the kids guitar ( its actually a really nice playing spanish guitar its just...small ) which I play admittedly different on purpose, I never liked the original rhythm it doesn’t feel right. Though his is much better, this is Bob Dylans “ You Belong to Me “
Sometimes you find amazingly talented people on youtube, here’s my youtube crush I’ve never talked to, she’s a much better guitar player than me....
Talking Heads // Girlfriend Is Better
Just waiting to wake up in a nuthouse, having someone tell me this has all been a dream, then burning me with a cigarette. no big whoop...
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wasted-life-musings reblogged this · 7 years ago
Musings and more of a despondant 30 year old man, former drug addict, current writer/alcoholic. I'm unmarried, I have no children, and all my dreams are dead, I've wasted my life, and you can too! Never say never. Sometimes prolific, mostly offensive observations about people, life, and the nature of the universe. I'm a communist, your god's a lie, hate mail welcome.
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