"I don't try to remember what happens in a book.
All I ask of a book is to give me energy and courage...to tell me there's more to life than I can take...to remind me
of the need to act."
-Léolo
I am not good at living in reality. My life is made up of my addictions (possibly afflictions?) including the clash, oscar wilde, dirt, fresh air, day dreaming about a place where people give a shit about each other and live together in harmony with no government, plotting further escape from reality, isolation, day dreaming in general, nicottine, coffee, meaningless sex, love, self-destructiveness, sleep, self-hatred, carrots, my juicer, kittens, labradors, unemployment, nostalgia, internet, scruffy/dirty men who look like they just rolled out of bed, alcoholics, drug addicts, attending NA meetings while drunk, 211's, Jameson, Jim Beam, Guinness, Bulmers, fresh air, procrastination, victorian literature, anarchist literature, planting flowers, drawing on furniture in the wee hours of the morning, being everyones shoulder to lean on except my own apparently, writing, my thesaurus, making people laugh, volunteer work, hiking, picking flowers, exercise, running, & saying I am going to quit smoking...tomorrow.
A Flower Bursting Through Concrete
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