I Hate Myself | Conversation With Dr. Seussicide
And she said: “Would you shoot me in the head?”
We shot the breeze and had malt liquor instead.
Passed out together in the shed or the bed - I don’t recall.I said: “What better way to put myself in my place?
What better way to get out of this goddamn place?
Sometimes I feel like I’m stuck in this fucking place.
What better way to put myself in my place?”She said: “Broken hearts are easy to hide.
Broken hearts are easy to ignore.
See, when you break your heart, nothing really breaks -
it’s just a figure of speach.
Look at me and look at you:
18 and dead - at 16 you were almost dead.
Just sleep with me in my bed
And don’t say those things you said.”
May 2012
Conversation with dr. seussicide
I Hate Myself
Constant Headache
Joyce Manor
Joyce Manor— Constant Headache
But I just laid there in protest, entirely fucked,
It’s such a stubborn reminder one perfect night’s not enough
Fuck Your Tolerance
Resurrectionists
Resurrectionists - Fuck Your Tolerance
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“You are waiting for the revolution! Very well! My own began along time ago! When you are ready — God, what an endless wait! — it won’t nauseate me to go along the road awhile with you! But when you stop, I will continue on my mad and triumphant march toward the great and sublime conquest of Nothing!”
—Renzo Novatore