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Very AMing
Aug. 25th, 2004 02:32 amIt's that dead part of the night, when everything around you is so silent that you can almost imagine that the city sleeps. The streets are still, the motors rare and the people vacant. Only the drunks and the bums and the edges of society come out now. It seems the perfect time for my birthday.
I always end my birthday in a pub alone during the tenderloin of the night. No, it's not due to any great metaphysical revelation that happens, or some Noir-esque focus angst that dissolves in scotch and cigarette smoke. More of a situation time when simply I need to consider surviving 28 years without burying my teeth in the nearest throat.
It was written that 'Hell is other people' and in some cases, I consider that to be a very true statement. Contemplation is not viewed as a favourable thing these days. One has to share, and express and do a vast range of ridiculous things to combat depression. I think they undervalue the power of gloomy self-contemplation.
Taking the knives to your life over an exceedingly good glass of scotch can be a vastly enriching process. Frankly, the things you don't believe are the things you don't change, and that's not a place I want to get to.
Random thoughts and ideas, sleeting through my skull and mixing with the alcohol. Places to be that haven't been. People to see that won't be. Thing to do that can't be done.
2:41pm, I bend over my keyboard, and I start to write.
I always end my birthday in a pub alone during the tenderloin of the night. No, it's not due to any great metaphysical revelation that happens, or some Noir-esque focus angst that dissolves in scotch and cigarette smoke. More of a situation time when simply I need to consider surviving 28 years without burying my teeth in the nearest throat.
It was written that 'Hell is other people' and in some cases, I consider that to be a very true statement. Contemplation is not viewed as a favourable thing these days. One has to share, and express and do a vast range of ridiculous things to combat depression. I think they undervalue the power of gloomy self-contemplation.
Taking the knives to your life over an exceedingly good glass of scotch can be a vastly enriching process. Frankly, the things you don't believe are the things you don't change, and that's not a place I want to get to.
Random thoughts and ideas, sleeting through my skull and mixing with the alcohol. Places to be that haven't been. People to see that won't be. Thing to do that can't be done.
2:41pm, I bend over my keyboard, and I start to write.
