For the playa haters. For the socialists. For the cold earth wanderers.
This is the blog unto death. I have cut away everything else. Only this blog remains. I will write. I will burn. I will keep on keeping on. On the road, to my destiny!
This is the blog unto death. I have decided. Money is the way, is the only way. I have looked for love in the eyes of other people. But I couldn't get no satisfaction.
This is the blog unto death. Chanting beneath a violent moon. Summer is coming. I will work like I have never worked before. I have no choice now. I am committed.
This is the blog unto death. I love all the mystical children. They love me. They know I am serious. I know I am serious. I am aware. I am not deluded. This makes sense.
This is the blog unto death. I am surrounded by ghosts. I can relate to ghosts. I hear their voices. They tell me about the other side. It is not my time.
This is the blog unto death. I am very sorry if this is not to your taste. I try my best to be true to myself, not to please. Maybe you should look elsewhere. For something that does not upset you.
This is the blog unto death. You are still here. In agony. Or maybe you have fallen in love with the way. Did the cosmos cry out to you? Have you been converted?
This is the blog unto death. I cannot stop. Words are spewing out. And I do not want to stop. Stopping would mean dying. I do not want to die. I will work for food.
This is the blog unto death. I hope I have not revealed too much. Maybe you will discover what sort of person I am. Do you have any idea yet? Or are you in the dark. Are you crying in the darkness of a life you hate?
This is the blog unto death. If you want to match me, you better get going. And you better lose everything. You better turn your back on the world.
This is the blog unto death. I have no regrets. I was chosen. So what can I regret? I do not have the power to change anything. I cannot help myself. I am bound upon a wheel of fire!
This is the blog unto death. Skulls grinning. Eyes gone. They cannot see a thing. But they are still staring. They are looking at you. They are looking at me. What do they want?
This is the blog unto death. After this is done, there will only be minimal editing. The correction of obvious mistakes. Damien Hirst said something about being weak in public. 'To be weak publicly is a great way to make art.' Well, why not? I have nothing to lose.
This is the blog unto death. I do not care. You do not understand. I do not care. You do not know. If you knew, you would burn your fucking books, I can tell you that.
This is the blog unto death. We are all dying. How are you dying? In the office? On the bus? In bed? This is a moment. Can you feel it? Can you feel this moment? It will not last forever. Enjoy!
This is the blog unto death. My fingers keep tapping the keys. Where do I get the energy from? How were the markets today? How will they be tomorrow? Is that the Grim Reaper I see standing beside you?
This is the blog unto death. Do not think you will escape. You are not staying here. You have to go. But before you do, try learning something, eh?
This is the blog unto death. I could do this all night. I ain't got nowhere to be. Are you still reading this shit? How empty is your life, exactly? Really? Oh, well, join the club!
This is the blog unto death. I better wrap things up. I do not want to bore anyone. Thank you for following me this far. Maybe you are not so bad after all.
This is the blog unto death. I have cut away everything else. Only this blog remains. I will write. I will burn. I will keep on keeping on. On the road, to my destiny!
This is the blog unto death. I have decided. Money is the way, is the only way. I have looked for love in the eyes of other people. But I couldn't get no satisfaction.
This is the blog unto death. Chanting beneath a violent moon. Summer is coming. I will work like I have never worked before. I have no choice now. I am committed.
This is the blog unto death. I love all the mystical children. They love me. They know I am serious. I know I am serious. I am aware. I am not deluded. This makes sense.
This is the blog unto death. I am surrounded by ghosts. I can relate to ghosts. I hear their voices. They tell me about the other side. It is not my time.
This is the blog unto death. I am very sorry if this is not to your taste. I try my best to be true to myself, not to please. Maybe you should look elsewhere. For something that does not upset you.
This is the blog unto death. You are still here. In agony. Or maybe you have fallen in love with the way. Did the cosmos cry out to you? Have you been converted?
This is the blog unto death. I cannot stop. Words are spewing out. And I do not want to stop. Stopping would mean dying. I do not want to die. I will work for food.
This is the blog unto death. I hope I have not revealed too much. Maybe you will discover what sort of person I am. Do you have any idea yet? Or are you in the dark. Are you crying in the darkness of a life you hate?
This is the blog unto death. If you want to match me, you better get going. And you better lose everything. You better turn your back on the world.
This is the blog unto death. I have no regrets. I was chosen. So what can I regret? I do not have the power to change anything. I cannot help myself. I am bound upon a wheel of fire!
This is the blog unto death. Skulls grinning. Eyes gone. They cannot see a thing. But they are still staring. They are looking at you. They are looking at me. What do they want?
This is the blog unto death. After this is done, there will only be minimal editing. The correction of obvious mistakes. Damien Hirst said something about being weak in public. 'To be weak publicly is a great way to make art.' Well, why not? I have nothing to lose.
This is the blog unto death. I do not care. You do not understand. I do not care. You do not know. If you knew, you would burn your fucking books, I can tell you that.
This is the blog unto death. We are all dying. How are you dying? In the office? On the bus? In bed? This is a moment. Can you feel it? Can you feel this moment? It will not last forever. Enjoy!
This is the blog unto death. My fingers keep tapping the keys. Where do I get the energy from? How were the markets today? How will they be tomorrow? Is that the Grim Reaper I see standing beside you?
This is the blog unto death. Do not think you will escape. You are not staying here. You have to go. But before you do, try learning something, eh?
This is the blog unto death. I could do this all night. I ain't got nowhere to be. Are you still reading this shit? How empty is your life, exactly? Really? Oh, well, join the club!
This is the blog unto death. I better wrap things up. I do not want to bore anyone. Thank you for following me this far. Maybe you are not so bad after all.
