I am through with being sick.
I guess I’d feel better if I got something like a cat or a boy/girlfriend, but my dad is allergic to cats and I’m allergic to relationships.
Everybody is gonna hate me. I understand the importance of the OWS and all the Occupy movements. But I wish things were put in a little broader context.
Because the 99% is still the 1% of another 99% elsewhere. Inception style.
I dunno. Somewhere in my mind I am making a case, but there is just not enough coffee yet.
Cue: all those who feel like correcting me. You are free to do so.
THANKS. I thought I was the only one.
“Every day we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heartache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth and beauty. Every man, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths. We all derive from the same source. there is no mystery about the origin of things. We are all part of creation, all kings, all poets, all musicians; we have only to open up, only to discover what is already there.”
This is me being fat and missing my best friend.