Monthly Archives: March 2020
There is a good chance that when we do encounter alien life among the stars we will not recognize it as life
A broken man without a goal
I don’t read a piece about Hutch and I’m still desperately sad
Not the news
I have used the death of my brother, my addictions, to reel in certain people to make them feel certain things for me, to use them for my own benefit, to sleep with them. That’s dark fucking shit, you know?
I read a piece about Hutch and it makes me desperately sad.
Touch darkness and darkness touches you back
Pardon the way that I stare
Punk was just another form of conservatism
You can’t kiss her goodbye
Picture yourself at 33: you’ve seen every picture of your brother that exists and then someone says: ‘Here’s a new photo’.’ It’s like: ‘That’s my brother, who I recognise, but it’s very new to me, so that makes it very foreign.’
