we develop unhealthy attachments to what we can't save.

‘Then I buried myself in romantic sentiment and waited for you.

Waiting like a loyal whore. And under every stone, Lovers sleep alone.’

You sure were GOLDEN.

Flashback to 1999,

It’s the Summer,

Not a cloud in the sky.

Present day,

Things have changed,

Summer’s over,

And it rains here everyday.

Dont cry, we all make mistakes from time to time, unfortunately for me, being me was mine.

until her heart was caged, with every morning spent not caring if she cares or not.

You seem to think that life owes you something more than a right to breathe.

“When I write I'm the hero of my shit.”

Dinosauria, We

Born like this. Into this. As the chalk faces smile. As Mrs. Death laughs. As the elevators break. As political landscapes dissolve. As the supermarket bag boy holds a college degree. As the oily fish spit out their oily prey. As the sun is masked. We are. Born like this. Into this. Into these carefully mad wars. Into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness. Into bars where people no longer speak to each other. Into fist fights that end as shootings and knifings. Born into this. Into hospitals which are so expensive that it's cheaper to die. Into lawyers who charge so much it's cheaper to plead guilty. Into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed. Into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes. Born into this. Walking and living through this. Dying because of this. Muted because of this. Castrated. Debauched. Disinherited. Because of this. Fooled by this. Used by this. Pissed on by this. Made crazy and sick by this. Made violent. Made inhuman. By this. The heart is blackened. The fingers reach for the throat. The gun. The knife. The bomb. The fingers reach toward an unresponsive god. The fingers reach for the bottle. The pill. The powder. We are born into this sorrowful deadliness. We are born into a government 60 years in debt. That soon will be unable to even pay the interest on that debt. And the banks will burn. Money will be useless. There will be open and unpunished murder in the streets. It will be guns and roving mobs. Land will be useless. Food will become a diminishing return. Nuclear power will be taken over by the many. Explosions will continually shake the earth. Radiated robot men will stalk each other. The rich and the chosen will watch from space platforms. Dante's Inferno will be made to look like a children's playground. The sun will not be seen and it will always be night. Trees will die. All vegetation will die. Radiated men will eat the flesh of radiated men. The sea will be poisoned. The lakes and rivers will vanish. Rain will be the new gold. The rotting bodies of men and animals will stink in the dark wind. The last few survivors will be overtaken by new and hideous diseases. And the space platforms will be destroyed by attrition. The petering out of supplies. The natural effect of general decay. And there will be the most beautiful silence never heard. Born out of that. The sun still hidden there. Awaiting the next chapter.

Bukowski.

How can you trust your feelings, when they just disappear like that?

and she was falling, head over heels.

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“It's a fear, it is near. the shape becomes ever clear.

It bares teeth, extra sharp, that'll cut you in the heart.

It attacks really quick, try and fight it with a stick.

it's no use, give it up, this is life and this is love.

You are my alligator.”

For the record my heart is sore.

You blew through me like bullet holes.

To wake up half empty, only to be fed again with morning.

I can’t decide if I should knock down your door or honour it.

So I’ll just stare at my feet, wait for better plans.

van die dagen, dat je rondloopt in eeuwenoude lompen waar een naam op staat die in een grijs grijs verleden nog een belletje deed rinkelen.

Bandshirts.

‘Wow, wist niet dat je daar naar luisterde. Hoe vond je ze live?’
- Nou, ik vond het vooral tof dat ik er NIET bij was, en nou oprotten.

Falen²

"Overmisunderstood, I wish I really could Enjoy the warming sun, enjoy a warm someone And end the need to hide away alone inside.”

"I am a deeply superficial person."
— Andy Warhol

She said to the fastfood Hero. "Welcome, this is an awfull place but it's my heart."

and He said to her "Baby, I've seen worse Monsters."

You make me nauseous, weak and sick.

all the things I hate about liking someone too much is feeling like this.

.

You've got your fingers snared in my veins
I think it's time you pulled them out

And I don't care about the flesh it'll tear
It isn't flesh that I'm worried about