Rant #3023

I wish I didn't care about anything and I could just get stoned and talk about Foucault with you. I wish I wasn't so revolting to you. I wish we could fuck and talk about Bataille. I wish I was at your level, not here, alone in poverty with such little awareness of how everything works around me, feeling every corner and shadow turn into some grotesque mouth violently laughing at me. I wish I could see and think, be calm and connect.