unlimited capactiy

machine hybrid, running creating on the momentum of its own mania, harden up and disappear into the poison for a while - cut texts and serve em back up sharp from that brain: the prettiest sweatshop; hours on keystrokes link the textures of hell from books to the grey matter swirled round violently till some monster precipitates, takes over the mind the city body appetite and sleep - who knows what holes we'll fall into, obsessed, or when we'll fall out, transformed.

petit prince, unbearable darkness

you can't use being fucked up as an excuse forever...

writing

A.L. Kennedy: "Remember writing doesn’t love you. It doesn’t care."

Geoff Dyer: "Don’t be one of those writers who sentence themselves to a lifetime of sucking up to Nabokov."

Zadie Smith: "Resign yourself to the lifelong sadness that comes from never being satisfied."

Guardian UK

i... i just...

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(never mind)

immobilizediamimmobilizedstill

i love the leaving lovers who by loving leave me lost
to lose love, lover left me living loose livid across
left love! to love a leaver living as an albatross
is to lose the living lovers buried shallow in the frost.