My pain belongs to the divine. It is like air. It is like water. It is real as the substance of this world.
Madness string 111912
My girlfriend owns a cafe, and it's so refreshing coming there and doing the occasional job. Nothing is abstract, everything just is. People think I'm this great boyfriend who helps her out fixing shit and stuff, but truth is a lot of that is just me escaping into 'reality'. Doing a job where things make sense without having to expend energy forcing it to make sense.