Yesterday I saw Neutral Milk Hotel. Life is fucking good.
a lot of people talk like capitalism is necessary to have innovation and I just think of all the brilliant and creative people I know who spend all of their time and energy worrying about how they’re going to have a roof over their heads and food to eat. capitalism doesn’t drive innovation, it stifles it and shackles it to the endlessly wasteful machinery of exploitation.
Six of us wanted to
Lonely in our rooms
Hated our own wombs
Manifest destiny to harm
Scars across our arms
Scared to talk amongst ourselves
Who gives a fuck about our hells
Three of us tried
A shard a glass against the throat
A rope in spirals born to choke
A roof built just high enough
For the ground to call your fucking bluff
scared or distracted or weeping
Pushed into an ambulance screaming
None of us did
Walking out of the ward alive
Head held towards the sky
Fuck a memory I love the sound of their voice
Fuck suicide they made the wrong choice
After being blinded and beaten by emotion
I’m happier than ever to know them
Just something I wrote, thinking about all the friends I almost lost to suicide. I just learned today my best friend was suicidal, so it’s kinda important.
The only thing that we have full control over is our mind, but our mind only has physical space in our dreams, and we can’t control our dreams. We create them, they are our own and they are entirely us, by all rights we should be able to control them, but we can’t, they do as they please. Maybe the whole universe is God’s dream, created by him, and in the literal sense controlled by his mind, but just like any dream he is powerless in it. Every tragedy is a nightmare, every celebration is bliss, and every orgasm is a wet dream for god. All nearing towards waking up, where we will quickly fade out of his memory, if we’re even remembered at all.