my cool friend

so every night i tell myself ‘i am the cosmos’

the truth is that none of it is complicated. it is so simple it makes me sick. when you see the full spectrum you feel like a fool for ever thinking there was anything to it. a few useless layers disguising a concrete orb. solid all the way through. there isn’t a man hiding behind the curtain. there is only a brick wall.

don’t know what’s going on inside

i like helping people and i try to do it as often as i can

why do i feel like no matter where i go, i’ve just missed the party

the party is over and all that is left is the garbage on the floor

“oh, if only you were here five years ago, well—that was when the city was really good. . . .”

can i go back to the thing

i don’t like going back, but i liked the thing

the thing worked

maybe it could work again

hi madeline

for christmas i asked my family if i could see a psychiatrist (seriously (lol))

i’m sure every roommate i’ve ever had has overheard me say to my cat: “what the hell are we going to do, dante?”