I'm listening to: A Rocket From the Moon - Forever and Always

I feel bad. I don't think it constitutes a failure to recognize one's own imperfections but, on the contrary, represents a veiled assertion of some compounded form thereof. Honestly. I thought about it and that's the furthest I got, but hell, it doesn't make it any less nauseating.

What it is to be up against the wall.

The observer has a tough job. Both desire and its antithetic manifestation, born of the same pernicious spawn; - how do they not fight each other to death and kill their bearer in the process?

Hello, I haven't seen you in awhile. I'm sorry I ever decided to throw you away! You looked much better in real life too. I miss you!