My knife is a weapon only for me.
You could do a lot with it …
You could hunt .
Protect.
Prepare food.
Or..you could sit by yourself and stab yourself.
For the blasphemous poetry of it.
A weapon or a tool of self destruction?
It’s the same fucking thing. The only thing that matters is what you call it..
A morbid French author,long dead
Leaves something icky in my mind.
Not sure why.
To be a dirt bag or to not be a dirt bag,that is the question…
Or ..for Celine and bukowski…
Be a dirt bag.
But be honest about it.
How interesting.
They carried a weapon and did not stab themselves during the lonesome hours..
They didn’t turn the power in on itself…
That’s interesting 🤔
And if my head is hell,then I want the music to be the opposite .
The uglier the brain, the more beautiful the creation..
(dildo)
Yea 😆
Yeah I don’t know what I’m saying…I’m just saying…
Because it feels good…
This guy wrote
At some point,you will become bored with hearing yourself speak.
You’ll have to muster effort, you’ll grimace at the topics you feel passion for..
Eeshh..
What a fucking nightmare eh?
“so… you’re telling me…that you don’t like anything?”
Boulderdash.
Bullocks.
Bologna.
Bet better boys than I..
Papa ganoush.
Fuck this diary entry yo..
I got sleepy ..
Black sludge…
Green..
Sludge
dusk 