I was a victim of a series of accidents, as are we all.
Shredder.AIM SN: f3tusk1d.
When I grow up I wanna be a writer.
I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all the kinds of things you can't see from the center.
(I generally find that I’ve some explaining to do, particularly in the early stages.)
Try this.
Policemen look suspicious to normal murderers. To the mature pedophile a child’s incurious glance is a leer of predatory salacity. In more or less the same way, life people are as good as dead to active necrophiles.
It is often extra affectionate to leave people you care about alone. Anyone who has ever walked into a lamppost knows that all speeds above nought miles per hour are really pretty fast, thanks.
Some people look at the sunset and can see only blood in the vampiric sky. And when at evening they see an airborne crucifix bearing down on them from the west, they just sigh and are thankful that another plane has escaped from hell.
If you don’t feel a little mad sometimes, then I think you must be out of your mind. All clichés are true. No one knows what to do. Everything depends on your point of view.
The breaking line is where I walk, or where I sometimes think I do. On the breaking line you can hear things getting ready to crack, the ground, the walls of air, the sealing sky. Other people walk here but I don’t see them. The lines are always somewhere else, they never cross. No lines cross, no figures loom, all are alone on the breaking line.
Life is made of fear.
Some people eat fear soup three times a day. Some people eat fear soup all of the meals there are. I eat it sometimes. When they bring me fear soup to eat, I try not to eat it, I try to send it back. But sometimes I’m too afraid to and I have to eat it anyway.
Don’t eat fear soup. Send it back.
Some people have fear but some have confidence instead. Which do you have? You’re not confident., I know that. I know that, because actually no one has confidence. The most confident men and women you know—they haven’t got confidence. No one has. Everyone has fear instead. (Unless they have that third thing, which men call madness.)
They fear they are a secret which other people will one day discover. They fear they are a joke which other people will someday see, which other people will one day get.
And so am I.
But basically, I'm overbooked - no emotional vacancy
Complacency seems so simpleI feel that my social behavior may seem somewhat unrehearsed. But I seem to think more than I act upon most things.
