the problem is that no one can love me from the inside of my own mind, but that is where i need to be touched the most. it is disorienting to look into someone’s eyes and see my loneliness reflected back at me. music gets me close. writing gets me closer. that's my liberation .
@Variety Nightmare is the word. People who put up with their depression could last for years, decades & then finally just give up fighting. Here's the thing. During all those years of dealing with it, they were NEVER happy. They just didn't want to give up. Mostly for their loved ones.
Not really working out with a weight goal ever. I just want to feel every part of my body so minutely that every muscle or tendon or fascia or bone will literally beam a vision of itself into my brain when I activate it. Need that
Every single thing you do today is something your 80-year-old self will wish they could go back and do. Slow down. The good old days are happening right now.
Whenever I travel for stand up people ask oh where ya from and I say some nasty little town. Pasadena. And they say oh I got family in Glendale. Pasadena isn’t that bad. And I have to inform them there is a More Evil Pasadena in Texas. It’s the ugliest place in the whole country.