Thursday, 3 November 2011

I dream of that day when I will final;ly cease to exist

The thought of never waking up again is a good thought.

Finally an end to this shit of a life. The struggle ended for ever.

I berate myself for not being able to kill myself. I have to keep on
fucking living.

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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"