Friedrich Nietzsche
" There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness. "
Friedrich Nietzsche
we have been wilted down to nothing but fading goodbyes in and out of cars running from the colors of the sunrise. If we are lucky, you'll exchange phone numbers and talk shit about the people you used to fuck in highschool. You'll remember the awkward taste of the sweating milk cartons in the cafeteria, the hours you spent in those bathrooms carving and etching, starving for the chance to make your mark, with even just the slightest hope that years from now, someone will go from having their head between their knees, tears swollen and threatening to spill from the waterline, and look up and see your work of pencil carved art, and smile, " FUCK YOU PORT RICHMOND HIGHSCHOOL, SUCK A DICK" with two little hearts.
those summers were endless. The cracks in the sidewalk held this promise to scab our knees at some point and we were okay with that, we had our lovers. They were always older than us, ready to take us to their bedrooms, and we just wanted to run in the waves.
those pictures that hold my image in, i am stark and naked in the pixilated consequences. my eyes are searching for yours on the screen, but your looking down, or your looking past, perhaps there is no difference ,your just a fucking shell of a man.
The best author will be the one who is ashamed to become a writer.
Friedrich Nietzsche
Artists are, above all, men who want to become inhuman.
Guillaume Apollinaire
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