In the morning (or, more realistically, the late afternoon), I will disagree with everything my brain is thinking right now.
Man. When you have almost nothing to live for, it is very difficult to do even the simple things.
the rorschach of oakland, that’s me
all i’ve got right now are a couple of cheap thrills and a whole bunch of dead air.
sometimes my heart warms and i’ll think, “well it sure would be nice to see some people again, and to do things again, just like i used to.”
but mostly i am alone, and it is better this way i reckon.
. . . an ongoing project!!!
I realized last night that my best friends are Gritt Jefferson Calhoon and Shark “Iron Gate” Gladiator
Yup!
Billy covered his head with his blanket again. He always covered his head when his mother came to see him in the mental ward—always got much sicker until she went away. It wasn’t that she was ugly, or had bad breath or a bad personality. She was a perfectly nice, standard-issue, brown-haired white woman with a high-school diploma.
She upset Billy simply by being his mother. She made him feel embarrassed and ungrateful and weak because she had gone to so much trouble to give him life, and to keep that life going, and Billy didn’t really like life at all.
(schlachthof-fünf)
Can I just go on record and say that I absolutely despise those black wide-brim hats everyone in LA (and now the Bay Area) wears
God, you people
Knock if off with those things
