This is fish number six hundred and forty-one in a lifetime of goldfish. My parents bought me the first one to teach me about loving and caring for another living breathing creature of God. Six hundred and forty fish later, the only thing I know is everything you love will die. The first time you meet that someone special, you can count on them one day being dead and in the ground.
Love is bullshit. Emotion is bullshit. I am a rock. A jerk. I’m an uncaring asshole and proud of it.
It’s easy to cry when you realize that everyone you love will reject you or die.
Anybody’s true nature is bullshit. There is no human soul. Emotion is bullshit. Love is bullshit.
Love is bullshit. Emotion is bullshit.
How everything you ever love will reject you or die. Everything you ever create will be thrown away. Everything you’re proud of will end up as trash.
I came to Party Crashing because accidents happen. People you love will die. Nothing you treasure will last forever. And I need to accept and embrace that fact.
I wanted to write about the moment when your addictions no longer hide the truth from you. When your whole life breaks down. That’s the moment when you have to somehow choose what your life is going to be about.
Just remember, the same as a spectacular Vogue magazine, remember that no matter how close you follow the jumps Continued on page whatever. No matter how careful you are, there’s going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn’t experience it all. There’s that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should’ve been paying attention. Well, get used to that feeling. That’s how your whole life will feel some day. This is all practice. None of this matters. We’re just warming up.
Without just one nestA bird can call the world homeLife is your career
Marla’s philosophy of life, she told me, is that she can die at any moment. The tragedy of her life is that she doesn’t.
Tyler gets me a job as a waiter, after that Tyler’s pushing a gun in my mouth and saying, the first step to eternal life is you have to die.
My point is, that if I’m honest, my life is all about me.
People are all over the world telling their one dramatic story and how their life has turned into getting over this one event. Now their lives are more about the past than their future.
My whole life is about forgetting. It’s my most valuable job skill.
Only in death will we have our own names since only in death are we no longer part of the effort. In death we become heroes.
Not that IÆm crazy or anything, I just want some proof that death isnÆt the end. Even if crazed zombies grabbed me in some dark hall one night, even if they tore me apart, at least that wouldnÆt be the absolute end. There would be some comfort in that.
The only way to find true happiness is to risk being completely cut open.
Some people still think knowledge is power.
All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring.