| | Dear fuckerrs...
I stared motionless before the mirror, as always, I stayed until I'm convinced that there is no glass, nothing, separating me from the room I see on the other side. I imagine that everything is different over there, Better. There are people is that world, who I would like. But like always, my hand hits that glass. I know that if I'd only waited just one more second...
Somtimes... You can cry until there is nothing wet in you. You can scream and curse to where your throat rebels and ruptures. You can pray all you want to whatever God you think will listen. And, still, It makes no difference. It goes on, with no sign as to when it might release you. And you know that if it ever did relent... It would not be because it cared.
The passions that drive us should be the ones we respect and admire. To feel contempt for one's own motivations is a vulgar thing. Too often, it seems, I've succumbed to less than admirable compulsions driven by this furiously reprehensible machine of mine. So many things inside that I can do without- Desires and whatnot. So Extraneous. I'm wondering if maybe, there really is something wrong with me.
shit. Im gonna go kill a party clown.
pride, greed, envy, wrath, lust, gluttony, sloth.
chris...
Jhonen Vasquez |
| | Posted 9/12/2004 4:10 PM - 1 view - 11 comments
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