Don't leave me now.
Cling to me. Keep saying things to me. Slap me, anything, but don't just stand there doing nothing. You have no idea how much it all means to me.
We gotta waaaaaaiiiiiiiiiitttttttttttttt. It's slow but it will happen.

Beautiful sounds

August 2012. I was walking towards my favourite place in this town, this cliff above a river, when I listened to this song for the first time. I'd heard it before, but never before had I really listened:

Southpaw. I realized it was one of the most beautiful songs in the world. Or perhaps it wasn't the song. But certain moments, certain seconds of the song. It starts at approximately 2.10. And when it eventually comes, it comes as a complete surprise; I wasn't expecting it.

"Oooh so you ran back to maaaaaaaaa!" I guess I started crying and laughing at the same time. I actually think I had an orgasm. Literally. Quite messy. Quite fascinating. I don't know why, but those seconds just smack my soul in the face. One of the most beautiful sounds in the universe.

Morrissey, you are my brother. I'm afraid I'd die for you.

My plans are written down and ready to be followed.

My name is BOB DYLAN

Even homeless junkies are more successful socially than me. They at least have friends.


There are two very common reasons why some people become losers: 1. they are too dumb to realize social norms, 2. they are too intelligent to respect them.

I guess I'm both.

breath breathe breath breathe

gotta learn German
listen to Ochre room, let justice happen, just this once

These are my words for you

I won't repeat it, so listen carefully. I don't know when you'll see this. Maybe you don't know me yet. But when you find me, listen carefully. Listen.

 



Be good.
Be a beautiful soul.
Look ugly when you feel like it.
Always stand by the weak and the little. Stand by the odd. Stand by the ugly.
Never stop fighting. But don't forget to breathe.
Be human. In all the good ways. And sometimes a little in the bad ways, too.
Be all the beauty inside you.
Be your scars, your dreams, your lust, your soul.
Be your paths.
Remember. Forget. Remember again.
Find me.
Take my hand. Follow me.
And when I die, say these words.
Out loud. In public. Let people look at you like you're crazy. Say these words to the most hopeless alcoholic you can find, to the friend you lost, to the bird who never learned how to fly.
Say these words.
These words:
I'm your friend.