SympathyForTheDevil Mac Martin

If we were a bit more tolerant of each other’s weaknesses, we’d be less alone. Don’t you think? I know one can live alone, but…stay. For both of us. For you and me. Give us that chance.

If the girl had been worth having she’d have waited for you? ..‘No, sir, the girl really worth having won’t wait for anybody.

Walk tall, kick ass, learn to speak Arabic, love music and never forget you come from a long line of truth seekers, lovers and warriors.

Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant coffee, to unemployment insurance and library cards, to absinthe and good-hearted landlords, to music and warm bodies and contraceptives… and to the “good life”, whatever it is and wherever it happens to be.

Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant.

All my life, my heart has sought a thing I cannot name.

I felt a tremendous distance between me and everything real.

Do not mock a pain that you haven’t endured.