Friday, August 9, 2013

GHOST WRITER

what if we're already dead how much more meaningful it would all seem to be: no?
murder is the misappropriation of suicide death energy dark matter gone awry. given the amount of it we've had so far one might hope we'd know a better understanding of what Time is other than something as misconceived as a measure of money's worth. but that is my pride getting the best of me unaware of how foolish it must sound to any other but its own. when will it. when will it. less than 10 weeks now. but it won't go and it won't stop. I can't make it what it won't. love is what we use to deny ourselves because it is so much easier to lie to someone else. you write like a disaster waiting to happen. I can't make it what it won't to its own. trust me. nor can you neither. if Death is what they want there is plenty of that going around. what if we're already. between war and whiskey and the way words turn right to wrong I can't wait to become one. do they know we're already dead? what difference is there a difference. can't make it what it won't. not now. not ever. seems like they read me just fine. words got me good. "I can remember how when I was young and believed death to be a phenomenon of the body; now I know it to be merely a function of the mind - and that of the minds of the ones who suffer the bereavement. The nihilists say it's the end; fundamentalists, the beginning when in reality it is no more than a single tenant or family moving out of a tenement or a town."

- Faulkner, As I Lay Dying