Remember the TimeMachine as he is, not as you wish him to be. That goes for all of us, p.s.
i'm drinking alone in my bed, listening to aphex twin in my boxers, occasionally watching the video for sebastien tellier's "la ritournelle" and crying my eyes out.
i woke up this morning with pretty sizable chunks of cartilage on my pillow and i stepped on a piece of glass in the gallery and now it poss may be infected.
my body all but rejects anything that's not a cigarette, alcohol, a schedule 1 intoxicant or an MAO Inhibitor.
my checking account is overdrawn by an obscene amount (378.23 to be exact; don't ask).
my mother is like legitimately afraid that i'm going to kill myself (haha).
i make enemies a lot easier than friends and have basically been living the last scene of cloverfield for the last three weeks.
yet as i sit here, in the UVA shirt i stole from their bookstore during my campus visit junior year at Gilman, watching this (possibly underaged) girl get brutally facefucked by an impossibly massive cock, i can't help but think that i am a bigger beast than 96% of NYC.