Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all? Jesus, what stupid fucking simpleton said that, and who was he trying to fool?

Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all? Jesus, what stupid fucking simpleton said that, and who was he trying to fool?
Sonic Youth and Einstürzende Neubauten: the two most challenging, most amazing musical forces of my lifetime. God save Thurston & Blixa, or at least get them very drunk for free.
For a very brief moment I thought it would be a horrendously good, funny idea for me to break a full gin bottle over my head and be covered in gin and all that. Haha! I reached for it with a smile on my face, then I realized. Duh. Not funny and not good.
Beh.
Is Soundgarden, 4th of July.
Beer of the moment (on lunchbreak) is Rogue’s Dead Guy.
I’m at a loose end in life right now.
I can’t walk on glass, I can’t swallow fire, and I can’t levitate. There are stars in the sky, but I can’t see them for the atmosphere and our own sun.
Dandy.
Sour, sour, sour, sour
dandy.
Nothing in the world terrifies me so much as other peoples’ secrets.
§ As you get older, the ghosts become more real than anything else.
§ Under the leaves, soil. Under the soil, stone. Under the stone, souls.
§ Radically empowering individuals in society may be the worst mistake we ever made.
§ Want to be a radical? Refuse to suffer. Then, wait for the assault.
§ Goodbye 2017, part two. (The real part.)
§ Sometimes you find home where you’ve never been—and you dwell where you aren’t.
§ The self can’t play Atlas for postmodernity because science is now supernatural.
§ Rehab is universal. So is history.
§ Identity, transcendence, and tactics.
§ Untitled. (a.k.a. Pretty faces, new old photos.)