you know,

i’m not really a bad person
i’m just pushed to do bad things sometimes

there’s an ugliness in all of us, i know
but i can hardly be blamed in this situation

so, a sincere “i’m sorry” to the old you


don’t you ever wonder?
“– machine men with machine minds and machine hearts”

Be Drunk

“Be Drunk” by Charles Baudelaire

You have to be always drunk. That’s all there is to it—it’s the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk.

But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk.

And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again, drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything that is groaning, everything that is rolling, everything that is singing, everything that is speaking. . .ask what time it is and wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you: “It is time to be drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish.”

why is it that

no one is happy these days?

no one can save you

but you

is this it?

getting settled is unsettling. is this it?