Noticing stuff before most other people can be an anxiety inducing experience. You see it as important, they don’t even see it. You try to show it to them, they think you’re crazy. Then suddenly they see it to. They panic. You don’t. You get hit by a sudden wave of calmness. I foresee a whole lot of calm for myself in the near future.

Low IQ police officers scare the living hell out of me

I want you to have a better life, but it’s for selfish reasons. Better world for everyone, safer world for everyone.

Books can be dangerous. They kill you. Luckily you’re born again after the last page.

I miss Instagram… before the NPD, before meta, before the empire.

Who’s this ghost?

Artists are arrogant fucks. They think they have noticed something about the world that you have not noticed, and that you should pay attention. I know this because is see myself as an artist; an arrogant fuck.

Your attention seeking artifacts are not art. Never were, never will be.

We live in a world where “exceptional cognitive abilities, intense focus, creativity, honesty, passion, and reliability” are often interpreted as a disability.

I stopped following the enemies, but I have to admit that it’s a bit like car crashes… so difficult not to look

“My body is a prison but my mind is a prism”