My life is lived in binges. I am composed of extremes. Sometimes the feelings are so primally intense that they burn and tear through my system. I long to transcend the passions of my mind. I long for a philosophy. An inner center of faith. I strive for this calming when I drink. Smoking endless cigarettes I jump in nervous circles. I burn and yearn with my fantasies. I live in a world of my own. I do not feel my own body or my environment. Somehow intense moments of pain arise during direct involvement with reality. The choir inside the brain begins its hypnotic chant of beckoning to the soft securities of imagination.
January 23rd, 1977
January 23rd, 1977
January 23rd, 1977
My life is lived in binges. I am composed of extremes. Sometimes the feelings are so primally intense that they burn and tear through my system. I long to transcend the passions of my mind. I long for a philosophy. An inner center of faith. I strive for this calming when I drink. Smoking endless cigarettes I jump in nervous circles. I burn and yearn with my fantasies. I live in a world of my own. I do not feel my own body or my environment. Somehow intense moments of pain arise during direct involvement with reality. The choir inside the brain begins its hypnotic chant of beckoning to the soft securities of imagination.