We have called the hermits of the jungle, madmen, and the beggars in side alleys, tramps, and the babbling fiends in the ausylum, lunatics, but I fear we have underestimated them. They have seen the horrors, they know the truths not meant to be known. I have seen such torments, such hellish places to inform you that no human mind can contain them, and so insanity is the only way.


24. Masshole. Record collector. Mystic. Swedophile. Dharma Bum. Riff cannon. Poet. Drunk. Neophyte.
Install Theme

RIP DIO

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BYOB

BYOB

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chickenshit:

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am I really gonna keep having dreams about a girl I was with when I was 18. fuckin really?!?

I cannot see, I cannot write
I cannot bear the ancient rite
no more I speak of better days
gone on beyond the wall of haze

no spirits haunt, no hidden sight
no secret of the astral light
no inner voice, or guiding hand
behold, no greater grander plan

In search of meaning, lost in spite
no answer in the endless night
dreams do fade from dying mind
surrendering to senseless time

ive smoked and drank myself to death all these years but I don’t know if I can face the boredom, I think Kerouac said something like boozing is an ecstasy of the mind, though I loath it, It has kept me content, fucking to hell with it for awhile as I can.

my fucking work hasn’t called me in a month then the have the balls to ask me to drive down to Pawtucket by 5pm on a Friday, FUCKING ASSHOLES.

bors-of-gaunis:

Isolde by Gaston Bussière 

bors-of-gaunis:

Isolde by Gaston Bussière 

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