Monthly Archives: September 2011
I am ready to die but I am not ready to be dying. FUCK. I am sick of this. Nobody should go through this. It is beyond shit.
I am so angry. I am trying to get off pain killers and suddenly everything looks so grim. STOP FUCKING TOYING WITH ME
Life is hard and short. But it is so for everybody. In the end the fear of dying is just an extension of our confusion about why we are here. Religion puts a neat solution into the hands of many … Continue reading
I dream of grassy fields, a babbling stream running through. The spring sun is gentle and must certainly have coordinated with the breeze. Insects buzz and hum. A limestone cliff gently overhangs a corner of the field. A picnic in … Continue reading
Give me an external foe. Something I can rage against in the flesh. Let my enemy stand in front of me and look me in the eye. I am sick of squinting into shadows only to see the ghost of … Continue reading
It’s so real I can almost touch it. Death hangs over me like cheese dripping off an over greased piece if pizza. Like alcohol off the breath of a bored and scared teenager. Everywhere I look there are reminders of … Continue reading