19 10 2011
i’m so sick of websites with comment sections for every pathetic spew of an article they publish
why the need to ruminate on every compartmentalized experience your imagination says you’ve gone through?
it’s one thing to be contemplative, another to worship your own narrow uniqueness, to let it dictate how you should be, and also how others
should must accept you.
that’s a fucking deep-assed ditch you’ve dug there and now that you can’t see out of it you declare what tumbles around in your soul to be the only true way — and you’ve skimmed a lot of books to prove it.
name and catalog everything. then put that shit in its place because everybody knows that shit’s supposed to have a place — even if it is just a ditch to lie in.