Brain Noise (No Meaning Here)

Sep 14, 2008 20:14

While I drank sangria at a party last Friday, David Foster Wallace hanged himself. Well, fuck.

Warchild, dance the days and dance the nights away.

The circle of ash that surrounded me on Commons's porch today looked like some sort of ritual component.

Nothing to be done.

I am welted, scratched, and burned. It fills me with a general sense that I am ( Read more... )

life, montage, reed

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uber_pochacco September 15 2008, 06:58:46 UTC
I'm pretty sure Freud would not surprised at all by someone finding validation in masochism.

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flawlessnight January 23 2009, 05:11:52 UTC
Hi! This is Jess, whom you met last Friday and with whom you made a Frankenworm stuffed animal. I want to be your friend - let me be your friend? < 3

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