Mar. 13, 2012 at 11:40pm with 243 notes
Reblogged from ruineshumaines
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I’ve never been lonely. I’ve been in a room — I’ve felt suicidal. I’ve been depressed. I’ve felt awful — awful beyond all — but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me…or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness is something I’ve never been bothered with because I’ve always had this terrible itch for solitude. It’s being at a party, or at a stadium full of people cheering for something, that I might feel loneliness. I’ll quote Ibsen, “The strongest men are the most alone.” I’ve never thought, “Well, some beautiful blonde will come in here and give me a fuck-job, rub my balls, and I’ll feel good.” No, that won’t help. You know the typical crowd, “Wow, it’s Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there?” Well, yeah. Because there’s nothing out there. It’s stupidity. Stupid people mingling with stupid people. Let them stupidify themselves. I’ve never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night. I hid in bars, because I didn’t want to hide in factories. That’s all. Sorry for all the millions, but I’ve never been lonely. I like myself. I’m the best form of entertainment I have. Let’s drink more wine!
Feb. 29, 2012 at 9:45pm with 6 notes
Reblogged from awordtotheweird
I am a Pantheon without pillars
Support
None
I’m the crashing sky
Where is my atlas?
I am tumbling tree
Where are my roots?
I am the falling rain
Where is my river?
I am the crumbling coliseum
Where is my arch?
Where is my ladder?
My step?
My St. Peter’s rock?
My railing?
My hold?
My footing?
I’m slipping
So fast
And I’m falling
Down
Where are you?
I thought you would catch me.