I want nothing more in the whole world than to be a star. Nothing more. That’s it. Period.

Thom Yorke

So maybe I do feel something.

But in a detached way. It’s like… if you played with your old action figures. Maybe you’d enjoy it, but most of the pleasure you’d get from the experience is from remembering how enjoyable it was before, when you were a kid. It’s remembered pleasure, remembered sensation… like laughing when someone goes to tickle you even if they haven’t touched you yet.

What I feel is only a memory of something I’ve felt before.

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Splat

Depressed people can’t help finding the negative in everything. They don’t see the world—they see a negative of the world, inversion… If a beautiful painting had an ink splotch in the middle of it, even a small one, people would see it as ruined.

That’s what the world is like for the depressed. No matter how beautiful the rest of the painting, it can’t be enjoyed with a nasty black ink splotch right in the middle of it.

The Little Mermaid.

The Little Mermaid.

Jesus was an idiot.

Jesus was an idiot.

The most honest band in the world.

The most honest band in the world.

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The Fairy Tale King.

The Fairy Tale King.

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Paris is Burning

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow … Creeps in this petty pace from day to day … To the last syllable of recorded time.

Shakespeare

I’m not complete.

I’m not complete.

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