UntitledI never would have guessed that I'd be longing to kill time with "friends" who laugh about sex and suicide in the same, strained, breathMore Like This
Is this conversation part of some aesthetic? Young and nihilistic; I guess the contrast is ironic
You said "You're so altruistic"
I said "I've got to make up for how shit everyone else is"
but I think it's just a ploy, because I know that I'm no better
And I don't know which of us I'm trying to assure
Day drink, and trip on acid, if that's what you're really interested in
I'm sure the cocaine and Ritalin will just make you more attractive to them
Are these friendships just in virtue of mutual addictions? Or is there really something deeper that's holding us together?
I'm not exactly sure what I have to offer. I'll never have a pack to share, or a working lighter
Maybe we just click; we're fucking wrecks on all the same days
I guess the synchrony is not all that unusual for people who are broken in so many places
You call me pristine,