The saint, the ignorant, and the fallen.
Sunday, October 10, 2010, 8:04 PM
And then I felt sad because I realized that once people are broken in certain ways, they can't ever be fixed, and this is something nobody ever tells you when you are young and it never fails to surprise you as you grow older as you see the people in your life break one by one. You wonder when your turn is going to be, or if it's already happened.
-Dougals Coupland


I am burning my wings, my beautiful angel wings. The flames are carmine,
scarlet, vermilion and crimson: hot as painted canvas; raw and violent
as unreciprocated dreams.

I cannot sleep. The blood rubs rough against the thin walls of my arteries: a skein
of chemicals, devoid of volition, simmering in a gurgle of de-oxygenated agitation.
-Dee Rimbaud