A rush of adrenaline or a drag of a cigarette. We live in a fucked up world. Take another swig, man. Who gives a shit? You’re just skin and bone anyways. Nobody will miss you. We do what we can to get by, spanging change at a gas station for smokes for booze for drugs, Let’s test our livers tonight, you call it addiction and I proudly agree It’s not like you nonsmokers arent addicted We all have our habits What, you don’t chew your fingernails? You don’t try to scratch your skin off of your bones every couple minutes with your fingertips? Derailing lives from life means living death living waiting for life smoke a fucking cigarette so you know what’s going on every ten minutes in the lives of half the population have a hangover, so that tomorrow when you want the world to just leave you the fuck alone, you can realize it was a dick move to be screaming into your room mates ear for fun on Sunday mornings. For once, experience yourself as an addict, because you are. Experience the life of humans, the life of problems, relate yourself to something less than fictitious Humanity is addiction Addict yourself endorphins love me so fuck it, why not? What kind of life am I living, doing things that kill me anyways, why not make it fun once in a while? Who are we if we are not dependent? If we don’t count on that one soap opera, or that one extra frothy soy mocha whatever the fuck from Starbucks what if we don’t depend on our money addicted to Walmart, Kmart, Good grades, Enjoy yourself while you’re here, and like I always say, what fun is it if it cant kill you?
Sep 29 -
Redisovery
I'm a decaying piece of organic matter, but you can call me Claire. I'm a bookworm, isolated in the depths of non-reality, I live in splotches of color and orangey sunsets-- sometimes even in the absence of color at all, like a boring newspaper spread on Sunday mornings. I breath and long, intricate sentences come out, weaved neatly of beautiful adjectives and solemn metaphors. I whisper activism in my deepest sleep. I am alive in the most ways possible, I have an eye for beauty and an ear for music. I sit alone sometimes and ask the world why I'm here, and I still haven't got much of an answer. I will never give up on asking. I will never stop thinking, and I like that about myself.
