When Rotten sang no future
this is what he meant

Throughout that troubled interlude, he felt this spirit, roughly translated as house wind, watching over him.

Don’t elevate the legs. Not with a torso wound.

Passing the funeral parade, he noticed a woman in dark glasses stopped at a red light, weeping without consolation or restraint. How he envied that dead man.

People tended to refer to him in compound nouns:
Fuckup
Dumbass
Shithead

Jesus loves me but you can barely stand being in the same room.

I was feeling pretty shit. Like I had cancer and didn’t know it, or was about to lose my mind. Ever feel that way? Like you have cancer, and don’t know it, or are about to lose your mind? And I couldn’t get that song out of my head.

With each creative act he felt a little worse about himself.

After years of struggle, he finally broke through the glass floor.

They consistently allowed themselves to be at their worst with each other, which when you think about it is kind of beautiful.

The truth, by the time it reaches your lips, is no longer true.

1) Forced confluences of random or variable systems
2) Dislocation of expected boundaries in relation to contents

Lost in a forest of assumptions.

One afternoon as he was stealing wifi behind the public library a dog ran by and licked his hand. Later he realized that in those 15 seconds he already loved the dog more than he would ever love himself.