Wednesday 20 August 2014

I don't ever think of my future

Suicide answers the question for me and for a very long time there's really nothing else I've wanted. The end of days I don't want to live through, where sleep is my only respite from a conscious existence I've gotten sick of. Oh, so sick.

- sent from a tablet

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We It comes in part from an appreciation that no one can truly sign their own work. Everything is many influences coming together to the one moment where a work exists. The other is a begrudging acceptance that my work was never my own. There is another consciousness or non-corporeal entity that helps and harms me in everything I do. I am not I because of this force or entity. I am "we"