People pretend the world is ordinary every day
It can’t stay open. I have a good life
We’ve opened some sort of door here
I’m just showing you what I did so I don’t have to answer questions later
It’s ridiculous how complicated this is
What luck to know a good and honest man
Greens and blues and reds, whirling and cracking
The sky cracking, turning colours. Surrender.
Go where?
You need to get out there, you need to do something, go somewhere
Weeds flaming up from cracks in the concrete
I never know what I’m going to do next
I think you need to talk to somebody
It’s a loop and you gotta do something to get out of it
And the weirder you get the longer you go by yourself
The longer you go by yourself the weirder you get
A person’s not supposed to go through life with absolutely nobody
You know: if I wasn’t using anything or spending anything, I didn’t need to make anything
I started thinking I should just go off the grid
Maybe if they stayed just like this, everything would be okay
It was like when you wrote a word over and over again until it looked alien and wrong
It felt like his eyes were looking right at her
It was quiet and cool with no one around
There were always flies in the window, beating themselves against the glass
He wasn’t angry about going home anymore
Nothing in this life is as easy as that
Nothing. There was nothing. Nobody there in the dark
Why are you out here? What did that door ever do to you?
Sometimes you just know things in a dream
Isn’t it funny how we close our eyes and enter a strange world we’ve made up?
I don’t like to be forced to do things
I will feel better with you beside me
You wore too much eyeliner, but you were so pretty!
She makes everyone around her crazy
One of the good things about never going anywhere is that nothing ever happens
Nothing wrong in that, is there?
I’ve a good mind to have you bloody prosecuted. I could do you in court
Don’t be cross. Promise you won’t be cross?
I used to think that love would sort me out
Instead she pretends she is a child again and the world is black and white
He sometimes goes off without telling anyone
I’m not used to being turned down. Not used to that at all
I wish I had a house that was all mine
The pleasure his presence in her life gives her has yet to wane
See the world. Change it.
He briefly closes his eyes and imagines smashing his fist into the nearest wall
She resembles one of those dolls that never blink
This story is not your life
The prose can be brutally beautiful
Nothing has ever felt more preordained
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