I'm committed to this blessin' but I got to keep him guessin'

she knew about you before you met her
with me everyday carry the dehydrated lie ahead a well full of  water
she says the truth's not the truth and a lie is not a lie
a live is not a live and a die is not a die

joseph junior

i've got 15 different iphones but i'm so not phony

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"chickens coming home to roost never did make me sad; they've always made me glad."


That was a bad scene, brother. The sickness and madness of those days‍—‌I'm glad to be free of them.

гори в ада

мразя този шибан ден

cut no slack

I just need a huuge hug from the art world

good pure-tissued demons:

‘Though one knows all the time one’s life isn’t really right, at the source. That’s the humiliation. I don’t see that the illness counts so much, after that. One is ill because one doesn’t live properly—can’t. It’s the failure to live that makes one ill, and humiliates one.’
‘But do you fail to live?’ he asked, almost jeering.
‘Why yes—I don’t make much of a success of my days. One seems always to be bumping one’s nose against the blank wall ahead.’

‘Why, why are people all balls of bitter dust? Because they won’t fall off the tree when they’re ripe. They hang on to their old positions when the position is over-past, till they become infested with little worms and dry-rot.’