men sitting in a puddle of puke was a man. He was crying. I asked him if I could help him. He told me to mind my own god-damn business. I did and went away. -richard brautigan
my hero, the coward.
and in him the criminal. the ugly animal. processed and rejected by the efficient machine of progress. a victim of his own making. the vulgar clown. his only value is to be valueless. he is my inevitable conclusion. he is naked. the ultimate coward. the divine liar.
my child, the degenerate.
I created him. That is my art. He will tell truths where I could only tell lies. He will contradict himself freely. he will maintain no position. he will be like a whore. yes and no mean nothing to him. he will feel free to be ugly or beautiful as necessary. aesthetic values will only be employed in the pursuit of a more significant truth.
there were times, i suppose. when i wanted to be a "man" for you. the only time i am a man is when i don't mean to be.
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does it even matter?
The Sea and Cake. Everyday.
they’re the only bombs i drop… nebraskagasm: jontanner: i always want what i can’t have. Tanner drops truth bombs.
i always want what i can’t have.