no one will ever know what you mean and what does that mean and why does anything have to mean anything? living is for the living. what is so fucking difficult about finding a sexy faithful intelligent cool partner? too weird too rigid too selfish too married too christian too scared too stiff too self conscious too scientific too boring too head in the sand.
shut it down or keep going. i keep trying. keep on moving. that's my fucking family motto. science vs. faith. the ecosystem is fucked. basically, we're all fucked. rent is fucked. the banks are fuckers, racist haters are fuckers. trump is a fucker and every fucking stupid fuck who votes for him. work is ridiculous.
strategies and boundaries and lines - the universal symbol for do not pass.
the only human i care about losing about knowing about being known by is lying in my bed uneasily resting and i'm uninspired.
how to stay tits up in this world.
how to even believe what you say to yourself. marianne williamson is pretty fucking sure of herself.
you are right where you need to be. you don't need to try so hard. just be a nice fucking person most of the time, clean the body regularly and try not to take more than you need, and pack your trash.
you are the creator of your reality. shit happens and you deal with it. i don't know if we attract the shit that happens. even the dog in family guy and bill maher made fun of manifestation today as harmful self help propaganda.
is it weakness to call the dreamlife your permanent home?
it's for me only. this. i'd rather be having fun.
i'd rather be in love. making art. laughing, so you know it's time to yoga the fuck out of this.
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