Bruce E. Levine (How psychologists subvert democratic movements)
Dog carcass in alley this morning, tire tread on burst stomach. This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout “Save us!”… and I’ll look down and whisper “No.”
Daft Punk, The Game of Love
Can you transcend cool,
Or are you just lying to yourself?
Vana Howell, Underneath it All
Haven’t had a drink in over two weeks. May have a beer tonight. We will see
Rambling text post about drugs and relationships and life..