i like to go to the houses of people who say that music is their life then turn the stereo off and watch as they writhe and puke blood and insides and piss and shit themselves then finally go stiff and lie dead in a pool of their own waste and blood
I’m moving out of town in 2 weeks or so.
Its sudden and I don’t want to come off as too happy but I think its needed. I am debating whether I should even call up my “friends” and tell them and arrange some good byes. Honestly I am rather disappointed in the narcissists I’ve surrounded myself with the past few years and really just feel like giving all of Ohio the cold shoulder. Fuck you you filth rotten city. You did nothing for me. I was always so scared to move in the past even though I did it anyway. This marks the first time I can close my eyes, think forward and have nothing to lose. Not that this solves all problems or anything like that. Nothing solves the problems I have, but I am looking forward to being surrounded by strangers I actually don’t know as compared to the strangers I do. I look forward to making decent money again and doing something I enjoy. I look forward to being completely anonymous and the freedom that brings. I don’t know why I am telling all of you this, but there you go, do with it what you will.
DÜRER, Albrecht
The Martyrdom of St Catherine
1497-98
Woodcut, 387 x 284 mm
Staatliche Kunsthalle, Karlsruhe
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151 playsDisenchanting the romantic.
This is the real, this is the shame.
These limbs search feverishly for the gift of gravity.
Coarse twine tears clean.
And i have thought about this very instance for all time.
Decades longer that you or I.
Crimson comforting, scorching this flesh, giving its caring for me.
And i have thought about these moments for all time.
Dangling from a silver lining.
These lungs welcome the crimson tides of misfortune.
Hell to pay, this is my farewell to this city.
