So you’re on your knees? Good. Now die to yourself. To your…

So you’re on your knees? Good. Now die to yourself. To your idea of yourself. Everything you think you are, you’re not. What’s left? Find out. Stop. Stop thinking. You people all want to help someone. Help yourself first, like the airplane. Put on your own mask first. All you hear are your own crazy thoughts like a river of shit running on and on. See your thoughts for what they are. Stop your helping. Stop your planning. Give up! There’s no way out! Not for others, not for you. We are living out here at the end of the road, the end of the Earth in a place called “Paradise”. How’s it going? Perfect? No! You are madder than ever. You are tired? So lie down right here. Be like a cat. Heal yourself. There is no match for the tremendous intelligence of the body. Rest.
Watching this right now.
MILLIONS OF TEEN CICADAS THEY EVEN COME IN BROODS.

MILLIONS OF TEEN CICADAS THEY EVEN COME IN BROODS.
Call up on the trumpets the best of my strumpets.

Call up on the trumpets the best of my strumpets.
Getting that photo made me look in a genealogy forum which is always hilarious with my name because…
Getting that photo made me look in a genealogy forum which is always hilarious with my name because there are 9 million Irish people named Halpin and we have about 12 first names we’ve been rotating through for centuries and no one can figure anything out. Thomas Halpin the Pict? Or the one who was an insurgent turned informer? or the tea magnate? My cousin Thomas (one of like 4 cousin Thomases!) said, “I just assume we’re all related, and all screwed up in the same ways.”
My great-grandfather and great-great grandmother.

My great-grandfather and great-great grandmother.
pussy-strut: one time me and my roommate had community service at sarah roosevelt park and we had…
one time me and my roommate had community service at sarah roosevelt park and we had to show up at 7:30 a.m. and i was eighteen and we got drunk on vodka on the J train while the sun rose then spent several hours smoking top rollies and not raking until eventually a park ranger got us high and we went home
It is like having a daughter. A perfect daughter who is just like me, I will tell you about how I went to juvie camp and finally really got to work out if speedballs were right for me or not and debate the merits of breaking into doctor’s houses for drugs. And take a leatherworking class! NOT CODE.





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