Wednesday 30 June 2010

13.

man, some days are a complete and utter failure.

So, all you have to do, eventually, all you can do, eventually, it will come to this, is go at medicine cabinet or wherever they're kept, or rummage through the drawers for a razor, go to your room, safely latch the door, crouch down on floor with back against the bed's edge, and carve the world "loser" in your forearm, draw the lines over and over again until it bleeds deep enough, then proceed to carve another mantra against your thigh.

...until the day begins to have some meaning again

-and one is for sure: we all sell our souls to the highest bidder-

4 comments:

  1. some choose to sell their body instead of their soul and in the end despite the high price they may get for the body, it is the soul they have inadvertently given, and not at a price nearly high enough

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  2. I agree. Either we realize it or not, we lose our soul bit by bit, day by day, and fuck by fuck, but - on the other hand, the "soul" is considered such a cliched concept. And by saying this, it is like losing anohter chunk of it.

    Love to you

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  3. "i love your heart
    don't you die."

    where sdo i recall those words from?

    Nick. Nick, i don't know. what to say.

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