Self-contempt wrecks everything, turns people into ruins, causes decay. Unfortunately self-content is eternal, the more you try to diminish it the bigger it grows. It always comes back until it dies with you. It precedes your death actually, perhaps by only minutes, when it’s too late to go back and live your entire life without fake, self-constructed hierarchies.– Page read by DEVON GLOVER (www.thesonnetmannyc.com).
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Day/Page/Sketch #471
I’m worried about forgetting. What matters are not places or moments, just how graceful you remain until time makes repugnance to people melt away. You must remember to keep great constancy in being affectionate though, otherwise your wet and decayed stockings will reveal that you were as average as every other drowned person lost in their watery graves.– Page read by PAUL FREED.
Day/Page/Sketch #470
How can you distinguish between being under water and being above water? You can’t if you’re compulsively busy. You can’t if you mitigate and desensitize the few spare moments where you find yourself with nothing to do and no one to talk to. You can’t if you feel superior to others more often than not. You can’t if you defense your crankiness. You can’t if you think the world conspires against you. You already drowned yourself.– Page read by NOAH BECKER.
Day/Page/Sketch #469
Positive feelings are a luxury these days. They’re only appropriate in certain places and at certain times, and they are mostly judged upon. You don’t see them in a crowded mall where we’re heavy-footed, shuffling, mincing along, waddling, like paunchy sculptures weighted down by rolls of numbing gloom.– Page read by YOSHIE SAKAI.
Day/Page/Sketch #468
You only say “I didn’t give up” after you actually give up. Are you in danger? Of course not, you had no choice but to offer yourself as a victim, and that’s all right. We all try to hold time still at some point or another, even though time doesn’t stand still.– Page read by ROBERTO CORTEZ.
Day/Page/Sketch #467
What’s the difference between sleeping with the clothes you wore through the day, and changing your clothes before falling asleep? We stubbornly refuse to deal with reality until reality surrenders to us and gives us what we think and believe belongs to us.– Page read by JAEGER SMITH.
Day/Page/Sketch #466
The mud down my throat makes me speak slushy. It’s not that I’m weak to meditate, I just can’t afford to do anything with that voice. The weather forecast let you down because you’re too nice. Just be quiet now.
Day/Page/Sketch #465
The absence of air in a room with no windows and piles of dirty and clean clothes mixed together, unfolded. Unpaired shoes are littering the floor, there is nothing left to do. Your starring role is to play someone who feels less alone than you. Sorry, your horoscope lied to you today. Page read by NORA BERMAN.
Day/Page/Sketch #227
There is nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it’s going to be a butterfly. The question is: Do all caterpillars become butterflies?
Day/Page/Sketch #226
Another Great Expectation down: Upper class has no inherent connection to intelligence or moral worth.
Day/Page/Sketch #225
The motivations for self-harm vary and it may be used to fulfill a number of different functions. These functions include self-harm being used as a coping mechanism which provides temporary relief of intense feelings such as anxiety, depression, stress, emotional numbness or a sense of failure or self-loathing and other mental traits including low self-esteem or perfectionism.
Day/Page/Sketch #224
I liked when Popeye snorted the canned spinach through his pipe!
Day/Page/Sketch #223
“Don’t respond to remarks made to you with mere monosyllables. This is chilling, if not fairly insulting. Have something to say, and say it.” ~From a 19C etiquette book.
Day/Page/Sketch #214
An indigestible single person: everyone has been one at some point or another. All it takes to change that is to trim off the fat and get sweet and salty, metaphorically speaking.