I was a lousy drug dealer, only took one stab at that.
What do you think happened?
Correct, no willpower, I’d always lose money on it.
Not for me, something else is, but not this.
This guy I’m listening to is thought provoking, talking about
“a descent into madness”
Madness is fascinating, insane is interesting, not because it’s cool or something to be desired, but fuck man, at least it’s something different, something new. I don’t think you can really descend if you know it, some kind of tourist of the weird. I think truly crazy people don’t know they’re crazy 🤣 maybe self awareness is the antidote, though impossible to prescribe.
Meh, I’m retarded. What do I know? I like stories though. Learning the points and trying to reach the “why”.
Everything is complicated except my daydreams. Those are better than all of it
Dostoevsky is cool,I like him already.
“a chaos of conflicting emotional impulses”
Feel ya bro, let’s hang out. I’m gonna listen to your thoughts,you dead bastard from the past.
dawn 