"The earth makes a sound as of sighs and the last drops fall from the emptied cloudless sky. A small boy, stretching out his hands and looking up at the blue sky, asked his mother how such a thing was possible.
Fuck off, she said."
Samuel Becket, The EndShow Less
in the process:
n. a kind of psychological exoskeleton that can protect you from pain and contain your anxieties, but always ends up cracking under pressure or hollowed out by time—and will keep growing back again and again, until you develop a more sophisticated emotional structure, held up by a strong and flexible spine, built less like a fortress than a cluster of treehouses.
n. the rectifying state of consciousness in which one connects harmoniously with the stream of life by which all of one's dreams are already coming true.
the effect of this recognition only serving to disrupt that harmony and cause both fear and security simultaneously
n. a moment that seemed innocuous at the time but ended up marking a diversion into a strange new era of your life—set in motion not by a series of jolting epiphanies but by tiny imperceptible differences between one ordinary day and the next, until entire years of your memory can be compressed into a handful of indelible images—which prevents you from rewinding the past, but allows you to move forward without endless buffering.
as EXPLOSIVE as this seems, i don't really want to play with FIRE.
I AM A TERRORIST AND I HATE ALL HUMAN BEINGS THAT RESIDE IN AMERICA.
(dear gov't - in case you see this i'd just like to state that i am only making a joke. that is all. it is only words. a joke...at your expense.)