and hell if you’re dragged naked by your hair to the middle of the street to be shot and you manage to survive then write your autobiography slowly after all you’ve been unlikely this far and it becomes so much more likely that you’ll continue to be not another flash in the overwrought crowd or another bang from the group over there the confused delirious riot ...
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never look into a camera lens, never make eye contact, never answer the phone, never answer a question, never make a comment, spend every night cheering “to folly! to insanity!” and never make a mistake.
I want to live without weather forecasts the notion of universal morality or the ubiquity of physical law I am consumption I am halfhearted I am a god everything made so, look horrified and breathe disgust call this a tragedy and burn it call this pornography and sell it call this the impetus of overwhelming grace and don’t ask me anymore questions I’m just glad the cameras were...
heartsick pornography (scraps)
I want to live without weather forecasts, the notion of universal morality, or the ubiquity of physical law. I am consumption. I am transcended. I am a god which everything made. so, look horrified and breathe disgust, call this a tragedy and burn it. call this pornography and sell it. because pornography will always be a civilized society’s template for misrepresented ideals; the impetus of...