Friday, April 28, 2006 // 11:26 PM

hello, to you, our wasted lives. our tale told by an idiot, our five seconds of sound and fury. i hate, i adore. i can't pull away from.

i think that anticlimatic once, we find ourselves. after the heady rush, after the thrill of the mountaintop high. what are we doing here, here, on plain ground? here and mundane, here and indistinguishable, from every other human being you know, i know? speak, don't speak, shut up. once again you've wasted words on a voluminous nothing.

hello to my voluminous nothing. feel things violently, because beauty is all that matters. why spend money on what is not bread, and your labour on what does not satisfy? speak, don't speak, shut up, tell yourself that. in our silence we have everything to lose.

so hum on, like a mad-machine sort of choo-choo train, mad, madly utilitarian, i see the point now i see the point. sociable, be sociable! be rational! be comprehensible! not the, the. surely not the self-indulgent little asshole on the corner whom nobody understands?

speak, don't speak, shut up. don't you know we have a worldful of voluminous nothing, to lose.