The key to the sentence
“2007 was a good year.”
is the past tense.
I really want to live a fulfilled life,
but I don’t know what to fill it with
to make it full.
Life is but a series of distractions
from the fact that we are dying.
Because it is humanly impossible
to do everything,
I decided to do nothing.
While dreaming up different lives
I fail to live my own.
Pancakes and Porn.
(Two words that start with the letter P)
Ars gratia artis — a noble sentiment.
But it feels a lot like masturbation.
If I was able to follow my own advice
I probably wouldn’t be half as miserable.
Art imitates life,
life limits art.
I am sick and tired of skulls.
I like making art better
than reading about it.
I have a vernacular disease.
I keep practicing my bedroom eyes —
just in case hell should freeze over.
I am more afraid of failure
than of death and disease.