evil-anatomy

I look around for a hint. Any sort of thing that could set my mind ablaze with new ideas just passes through me from ear to ear. I like to think I notice beauty in the world, but for some reason I can't turn it into anything save blurry memories. The wonders of nature I desire to copy I simply can't aspire. The water splashing against rocks- I rush to my pen and paper, but the image vanished without a print. The flurrying of trees- I stare down, but nothing once again. Looking into a crowd of people, the beauty and variety of them all- but still not a flicker, and I seem to be losing vision. Nothing I see lasts anymore, nothing can be save

If you wake up at a different time, in a different place, could you wake up as a different person? Our fathers were our models for God. If our fathers bailed, what does that tell you about God? You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you. He never wanted you. In all probability, he hates you. Fuck damnation, Fuck redemption! We are God's unwanted children? So be it! First you have to give up, first you have to know... not fear... know... that someday you're going to die. It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything. Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothi