"In some remote corner of the universe, poured out and glittering in innumerable solar systems, there once was a star on which clever animals invented knowledge. That was the highest and most mendacious minute of “world history” — yet only a minute. After nature had drawn a few breaths the star grew cold, and the clever animals had to die.
One might invent such a fable and still not have illustrated sufficiently how wretched, how shadowy and flighty, how aimless and arbitrary, the human intellect appears in nature. There have been eternities when it did not exist; and when it is done for again, nothing will have happened."

Bourbon, and Penthouse suites.

I’ve been busy. I’ve fear I’ve fallen back into Wonderland. Or maybe I never really got out? Like the world’s a great big snow-globe, that just needed to be shook up. Either way I’m making snow angels 27 floors high.

I hate sleeping alone. I miss falling asleep on your chest listening to your heartbeat. yadda yadda yadda.

Really, Right this very second I just want sex. It’s cute to fall asleep cuddled up with a super gnarly boy. But OMG I can’t fall asleep. And I have not been able to soundly in like a week. Goddammnit. Sleeping pills just don’t compare. I need some good old fashioned make me pass out from exhaustion sexing.