Clay, did you ever love me?" I'm studying a billboard and say that I didn't hear what she said. "I asked if you ever loved me?" On the terrace the sun bursts into my eyes and for one blinding moment I see myself clearly. I remember the first time we made love, in the house in Palm Springs, her body tan and wet, lying against cool, white sheets. "Don't do this, Blair," I tell her. "Just tell me." I don't say anything. "Is it such a hard question to answer?" I look at her straight on. "Yes or no?" "Why?" "Damnit, Clay," she sighs. "Yeah, sure, I guess." "Don't lie to me." "What in the fuck do you want to hear?" "Just tell me," she says, her voice rising. "No," I almost shout. "I never did." I almost start to laugh. She draws in a breath and says, "Thank you. That's all I wanted to know." She sips her wine. "Did you ever love me?" I ask her back, though by now I can't even care. She pauses. "I thought about it and yeah, I did once. I mean I really did. Everything was all right for a while. You were kind." She looks down and then goes on. "But it was like you weren't there. Oh shit, this isn't going to make any sense." She stops. I look at her, waiting for her to go on, looking up at the billboard. Disappear Here. "I don't know if any other person I've been with has been really there, either ... but at least they tried." I finger the menu; put the cigarette out. "You never did. Other people made an effort and you just ... It was just beyond you." She takes another sip of her wine. "You were never there. I felt sorry for you for a little while, but then I found it hard to. You're a beautiful boy, Clay, but that's about it." I watch the cars pass by on Sunset. "It's hard to feel sorry for someone who doesn't care." "Yeah?" I ask. "What do you care about? What makes you happy?" "Nothing. Nothing makes me happy. I like nothing," I tell her. "Did you ever care about me, Clay?" I don't say anything, look back at the menu. "Did you ever care about me?" she asks again. "I don't want to care. If I care about things, it'll just be worse, it'll just be another thing to worry about. It's less painful if I don't care." "I cared about you for a little while." I don't say anything. She takes off her sunglasses and finally says, "I'll see you later, Clay." She gets up. "Where are you going?" I suddenly don't want to leave Blair here. I almost want to take her back with me. "Have to meet someone for lunch." "But what about us?" "What about us?" She stands there for a moment, waiting. I keep staring at the billboard until it begins to blur and when my vision becomes clearer I watch as Blair's car glides out of the parking lot and becomes lost in the haze of traffic on Sunset. The waiter comes over and asks, "Is everything okay, sir?" I look up and put my sunglasses on and try to smile. "Yeah.
Bret Easton Ellis, Less Than Zero
...She rambled on, but I have never been able to get interested when women talk about themselves, it may be because women are so inept at telling a story ( That is, because they place the emphasis in the wrong places ) or for some other reason. In any case I have always turned a deaf ear. " " I feel so unhappy " " I am sure that this one phrase whispered to me would arouse my sympathy more than the longest, most painstaking account of a womans life. It amazes and astonishes me that i have never once heard a woman make this simple statement. " "...something like a silent current of misery an inch wide flowed over the surface of her body. When I lay next to her my body was enveloped in her current, which mingled with my own harsher current of gloom like ' a withered leaf settling to rest on the stones at the bottom of a pool ' I had freed myself from fear and uneasiness. "
Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human
- Xenu kidnaps us
- dumps us in volcano, vacuums up our souls
- puts us in a false reality
- we escape into monkeys
- Tom Cruise
Are you, are you fuckin kidding me? Hubbard lived on a boat with a bunch of little boys, wrote really terrible scifi novels, and got laughed right the fuck out of the scientific and medical community for a reason.
- pay money to learn the secrets ( we all now know )
- get to OT whatever the fuck for well over a million dollars
- get told the ultimate secret is that you were you all along but needed the other steps to shed away the not you to find the you, now go live your life ( no refunds )
No one can speak out now that you know, its 75% lawyers coincidentally. Oops, Sue me Scientology, I don’t have any money, stalk me, I’m a lonely guy i could use the company, Harass my family, i dont have much anyways. Of all the religions that are a lie, of all the cults that are goofy as all fuck, you guys really take the space cake, you even got Mormons goin like, what the fuck dude?!
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Being a former drug addict ( not heroin though ) I can tell you a few things, and dont worry, I’ll be covering this subject again, and again...consider this a brief synopsis.
1.) Addiction isn’t real, nothings real, the world is completely inside your mind, if addiction is real, it’s because you made it real. Yes there are physical addictions, so you sweat and puke a few days, man up
2.) It’s your body and mind, what you do with it is your choice, until that choice affects other lives. See if I OD’d tomorrow, very few people would miss me, no ones lives are actually contingent on mine, when i show up home high and falling over myself, my kids dont miss school, i dont sell their playstation for a fix, i sell MY playstation. Do whatever you want to yourself, that is your right, but you dont have the right to ruin other lives like the parasitic entity you are.
3.) Junkies are selfish children with victim complexes, dont believe me, talk to one. It’s always daddy didnt hug me enough, mommy liked my brother more, etc. They are histrionic nightmares completely absorbed in their fantasy world they’ve made for themselves ( much like people in holywood ) and they will justify everything they do as such.
4.) they will manipulate you, physically, emotionally, you will either be one of their many enemies and or notable mentions in their suicide note, or you’ll be an enabler when they hit some 12 step program, bottom line, they’re never the problem, but everything else is SUPER problematic.
5.) 12 step programs are bullshit, giving yourself up to a higher power and admitting you have no power over your problem, see victim complexes. Thats just an excuse and removes any and all personal responsibility, much like a catholic going to confessional once a week after hes been a dick hole, youll be a selfish little child all week and fuck over everyone, then call your sponser crying, and then strangers in a meeting will hug you and tell you how its not your fault, and so on and so on, you will never change this way.
6.) Trading one addiction for another isnt being clean ( go ahead, ask me how i know, hey alcohol hurt my nose less atleast ) being manically happy and talking about jesus all the time doesnt fool me that you’re not thinking about that needle 24, and i know you’re not convinced, or youd shut the fuck up and get a hobby.
7.) and finally, there are 7 billion + people on Earth, hard working, intelligent, sad people, everybit as sad as you, and frankly, we dont need your 10th grade education junky ass in the genepool. I refuse to cry when some junky i knew in a past life dies, all i can think is gee im glad he had 3 kids he didnt raise, im sure with their crackwhore mom and dead junky dad they’ll turn out JUST fine.
( Remember Idiocracy? )
The present state of theoretical physics implies that empty space has all this energy and that matter is a slight increase of that energy and therefore matter is like a small ripple on this tremendous ocean of energy, having some relative stability and being manifest. Therefore my suggestion is that this implicate order implies a reality immensely beyond what we call matter. Matter itself is merely a ripple in this background.
David Bohm (1917-1992),
Dialogues with Scientists and Sages: The Search for Unity
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Aldous Huxley’s death note.
when i filled out my required draft card i ended my signature with a big smiley face, call me to war and find out how quick i become canadian....
Musings and more of a despondant 30 year old man, former drug addict, current writer/alcoholic. I'm unmarried, I have no children, and all my dreams are dead, I've wasted my life, and you can too! Never say never. Sometimes prolific, mostly offensive observations about people, life, and the nature of the universe. I'm a communist, your god's a lie, hate mail welcome.
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