P-chan's messy head
The day of the year: 21st June, an evening of redemption. The season of the year: Autumn The film of the year: Watchmen, Inglorious Basterds, Zweiohrküken The book of the year: Fit For Life by Harvey Diamond, The Death Of Bunny Munro by Nick Cave, Desolation Angels by Jack Kerouac The crush of the year: Read More …
This is not how I imagined it to be. Really. The noise of the hoover. The clinginess of my dog. Just as bad as work is. In six fucking goddamn hours, I only managed 75 pages of Kerouac. I fucking hate life at the moment. I don’t have space. It was agreed: NO PRESENTS for Read More …
I regret something I didn’t do. I didn’t do it for the right reasons. This is why I have this urge to do something for the wrong reasons. Just once. Would you rather regret having done something or not doing it? – Of course. Isn’t it obvious? Sometimes when I look at his pictures and Read More …
I’ve been looking at this picture of a downward spiral for minutes. After a while, it feels like it has sucked me in. It looks creepy, but I can’t help staring. My mind is in a dangerous state; it’s tempted to risk anything that might cause a drastic effect. The temptation is there, but it Read More …
Shall I be a complete arsehole to all of you? I think I should. It’s your choice of whether to take it personally or not. I always give people a choice. Now I choose to make a ZERO effort.
