Sunday. March 26. 2006. 4:40 AM

Sometimes when I stop and think about what a fucking cock-up I've made of myself, the foolish assumptions I've made, the hubris I've fallen prey to, the oceans of mud and piss and blood I've dragged myself through to no end- oh, it's appalling. When I look around and the world o' men and the greed 'n' waste and suffering and how we're repayed for our highest callings with a fuckin' pine box- oh, it's a dragola. Sometimes when I'm literally doubled over at the excruciatory cramping that results from th' SHAME AND HUMILIATION AND SHEER SELF-CONTEMPT AND SADNESS AND WASTE AND ALL TH' CRAP THAT WILL NEVER BE, NEVER BE, NEVER BE- oh, my droogies it's a bad, bad trip indeed. One of those trips where everybody's six-four and wearin' aviator glasses and staring at you. Urgh.

And when at length I unbind myself from the muscle spasms and bloating and irritability brought on by nothinghood and how jackfuck happens when you wish on a star, and I summon the courage to face myself in the mirror, well, at least there's this- at least there's that 18-year old me starin' back, his face unlined and his bearing straight, unbent by th' inevitable.

And he's saying you fucking asshole. Oh, you fucking Willy Lomax.


Anonymous Ben Domenech said...

That is EXACTLY what I've been searching for.

Thanks moonbat.

3:56 PM  
Blogger fgfdsg said...

'Mirror, Mirror' indeed.

6:36 PM  
Blogger Kevin Wolf said...

Friend o'mine IM'ed me this a.m.: Was there ever a second side of an album as good as Abbey Road? I admitted that nothing was coming to mind.

Go, Robert, and put Abbey Road on - best if you have the vinyl and a turntable. You'll feel better.

Beats taking a handful of rxlmenyf.

8:47 AM  
Blogger XTCfan said...

You are no Willie Lomax, my man. And you know it. That's something you can hold on to.

3:24 PM  
Blogger The Viscount LaCarte said...

Kevin's right.

gxgxpnx Shit that's a good one but I got nothing to say...

7:39 PM  

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