artists always talk about doing something or making something to “escape” being themselves

man how can i get a hold of some of that

start talking again when i know what to say

Dante and I are moving to New Orleans tomorrow. I guess we will be there for about a month. If you’d like to send me a letter, just email me and I’ll give you the address. Hell, I’ll write you a letter too . . . probably four or five of them. Yeah!!

Where lies the final harbor, whence we unmoor no more? In what rapt ether sails the world, of which the weariest will never weary? Where is the foundling’s father hidden? Our souls are like those orphans whose unwedded mothers die in bearing them: the secret of our paternity lies in their grave, and we must there to learn it.

yeah

though my problems are meaningless

that don’t make them go away

yeah

this weird, awful, flimsy, shadowy, disposable cardboard life i’m living right now

the difference between someone who truly loves and understands you versus whatever comes just below that is astronomically different

i work at a bar so here is my Expert Opinion: when people get drunk and they are completely awful, that is their true nature

they spend their entire (sober) life hiding this

there you go seeya later

the head, the tail, the whole damn thing

it would even be better to live alone on the moon, or mars, because at least then human-shaped things wouldn’t spit on me or yell at me