unemployed
let down by friends
feel so low that not even
masturbation is appealing
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unemployed let down by friends feel so low that not even masturbation is appealing 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 [...] Ok, what am I trying to say here? What do I mean? If I can’t understand the point of your argument you respond by saying I’m elitist? Am I an elitist because you’re running hot on a lean mixture of raw emotion? Or because I’m too stupid to decipher sputtering hyperboles backfiring out your tail pipe? Thin that shit out a little with some facts. Then maybe a stupid elitist like [...] In ancient times they used to curse the sky because they didn’t comprehend their rotten luck Now we just finger whomever with the blame because although we don’t understand it any better, we’re still pretty goddamn solid on the fact that none of this is our fault. I’m reading Nelson Algren’s “Notes from a Sea Diary: Hemingway all the way,” and came across this brilliant nugget in the story entitled, “July 14th Raft of a Summer Night.” Algren was wailing away at editors, publishers and critics regarding so many classic books being out of print, yet so many of those same classic’s [...] |
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