Monday, February 12, 2007

Lose them all to start them all again. Grab your chance of a new life.

Saturday, February 10, 2007

Unclutter the exterior world: unclutter your mind.

Sunday, May 08, 2005

Fate: passivity romanticized.

Saturday, March 05, 2005

More money only buys more convenience.

Thursday, March 03, 2005

Passing the salt or a certain way the light looks. The ugly ones will have their beautiful moments.

Wednesday, March 02, 2005

..."I'll love to go to one of those islands in Indonesia. I hear they're so poor, they let you spend time with their young daughters for a small sum of money. It'll be great to try those young ones, help them pop their cherries. You wanna go with me and check it out?"
..."You know all those women, I see them in the streets, they seem to be shaking their ass left and right all the time. I can't stand it!"
Beautiful and a boss; genuine gestures come by hardly.

My favourite dinosaur is the Thesaurus.

Monday, February 28, 2005

Passing shit gets more urgent when there is nothing
to do.
Great expectations null good judgement.
Everything we do only makes us less lonely.
It is fashionable to be kind now.

Sunday, February 27, 2005

After dark, the left side of the lift is always kind enough to stand in as a toilet. I had to do it there once. The piss was flooding half the lift. I moved away slowly, fearing its reach. It was nearly 1am, I kept praying for evaporation to help out the cleaner.

Wine is blood; beer, better than piss.

Every house contains its own sick smell. It's how long you need to get acquainted with it.

Imagining conversations with imagined persons.

The supermodel is just 9cm taller than the whore.
In the darkness, the beats, the lights and the flesh do not
belong to you. But with more drinks, you can

If there are no girls to distract you, do it with work. Then there will be movies or the radio. Failing which, join the political party.

To yearn, to be missed.

Never alone, only in thought.

Write darkness; it'll bring you out. Write light; it'll bring you in.

Saturday, February 26, 2005

Forgetting tomorrow; taking every last second of any chosen pleasure.

Fire brings back the lost pen.