are you lonesome tonight does your madness shine bright

There’s nobody around me for a long time, it’s GhostVille for I don’t know how long, didn’t notice it before. I’m gonna do this. I can’t fix a date, 'cause that would be hilarious. Otherwise, it’ll be just me, in a disgusting new skin, wrinkled around the mouth; I see no “benefits” and hidden joys in being like that. I know it’s just a new interface; it’s just that I wouldn’t want to have anything to do with it.

Like: ME talking to other heads. ME developing affection that lasts for 2 weeks, tops. ME melting while a 30-something-guy’s telling me, after he’s had a few drinks, that he’s depressed and will spend New Year’s Eve alone – I can’t help feeling sorry for him, even though I know my compassion is useless.
I know what it will be like: just another mess, “however old and wise”:
polaroid strip stories that didn’t help me in any way,
blackish water in which I can’t distinguish anything
wasted biological information - “the Earth revolves around its axis”.



Tunes from a radio that I hear sometimes louder and high-pitched,

sometimes mumbling as if from under water.

de ce toata lumea

pt ca in engleza (sv) poti sa zici like de multe ori, poti sa zici fucking fuck de multe ori, poti sa spui eat this bitch sau bitch pleeease

Poti sa: "În loc să declișeizeze și să detabuizeze lirica erotică, execuția post-coitum sau extracția dentară executată la căpătâiul iubitului consfințesc doar o nouă șablonizare, într-adevăr pe urmele unor modele de dată foarte recentă."

black lanterns

we are all only temporary curators of our present bodies, which will all decay, sooner or later. In a hundred years or so ALL the humans currently alive will have died. I take great comfort in knowing, with certainty, that thing that makes us special, able to enrich our own lives and those of others, will not cease when our bodies do..

Peter Christopherson