I am thoroughly opposed to thinking because untrained minds cause incomprehensible amounts of misery. I am also thoroughly opposed to perseverance as criteria for happiness. Admission is a murderous bitch. I don't want to live anticipating the day I awake in the cold cage of depression. Inside, a person is subject to ironic comfort.
What keeps me at a safe distance from completely disgraceful mornings-
Gustavo Cerati. His voice replaces the present with instant imagery and I can't thank his parents enough for fucking. Favorites: Tu Locura, Si Piensas Volver, Cosas Imposibles, Bocanada.
Denial, the best remedy for sad hearts.
More sleep.
