Clothes make a huge difference. I felt cold when I didn't wear something... warm. A quick trip to the attic, and I found some of my father's old sweaters. Lovely.

I cannot eat when anticipation takes over. But that's okay, because it also masks hunger.

Tea.

ha·tred   [hey-trid]
–noun
the feeling of one who hates; intense dislike or extreme aversion or hostility.

Irritating state of nothing. Like people. People on something, un-deeply satisfying.

It's a superficial state of everything. Starting from using a toothbrush to brush your teeth and ending with slaughter houses.

Rhythm that ought to pace things out.

No one wants it anyway. Certainty in that is absurd, , ,

I haven't had anything interesting to say in a while, I guess.

How is it that people who lack courage will always find a philosophy to justify it, even if only to themselves?

The Cat

"She was licking

The opened tin

For hours and hours

without realising

that she was drinking

her own blood."

Spyros Kyriazopoulos

It was raining, it was windy- no one knew what to think, as the weather man with the annoying twitch had predicted otherwise.

Arthur switched his television set off and put his feet up on his coffee table. He wondered why his head was suddenly full of purple camels stepping over each and every puddle they came across in a very delicate yet careless manner. While the delicate part was obvious, he didn't know how and why they were doing it carelessly.

Arthur took his feet off his coffee table and stood up from the floor as it was getting too cold. He wondered why he hadn't thought of buying a bright fluffy carpet. Surely he could afford one, if not two of them?

Arthur took a step forward, then changed his mind after deciding that he really must change his clothes if he was ever going to change his habits.

He eventually went back to his old ways.

Chaos is pathetic.