• "Love is alright for those who can handle the psychic overload. It's like trying to carry a full garbage can on your back over a rushing river of piss." 

  yeah, i agree with that. i just don't know if i should stay. it's nothing, but it's also everything.

• Angst-ridden ramblings, so fashionably bleak
  Start appearing somewhere past the middle, I fear
  With those modernist psyches, whose raggedly weak
  and depressing confessions sling mud in the ear.

  
  

  Like the scribblers of Suicide, brimming with bile
  or the autodestructive self-pitying boozer,
  whose quaint observations enshrining the vile
  are a crime against life — and an art for the loser.

  NomadMonadon June 27, 2013   Link

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