Sunday, January 11, 2009

Our only response was to keep on going and fuck everything. Pile misery upon misery, heap it up on a spoon and dissolve it with a drop of bile, then squirt it into a stinking purulent vein and do it all over again. Keep on going: getting up, going out, robbing, stealing, fucking people over, propelling ourselves with longing towards the day it would all go wrong.

Because no matter how much you stash or how much you steal, you never have enough. No matter how often you go out and rob and fuck people over you always need to get up and do it all again.

Sooner or later, this sort of thing was bound to happen.

trainspotting

i'm not even going to get into TV tonight, but lets just say i've been watching james spader do closing arguments for the last hour. why am i awake? its 2AM. oops, probably shouldn't be drinking caffinated tea late at night.

love,
b.