love, death, misery, happiness, 5 ounces of blood, 500 kg of regret, 50 liters of guilt
what the fuck. what is is, and outside of that there is nothing. we can never know the difference.
posted by hallvardur at 12:31 AM
Friday, October 08, 2004
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2 Comments:
It sounds like you were suffering from what I term "Dark night of the soul" when you posted this. Existential angst is the worst and usually strikes me around 2 a.m. when it's too late to *do* anything about what you're feeling. Then its time to have a glass of wine, put on some good music and write in your journal (or you blog!) What am I doing here? What does it all mean, What the fuck is it all for, What is the point? These are terrible questions to grapple with.
yeah, you're right about that. one thing i also like to do is take a hot bath with the music way up. if you lie in a bath long enough something good comes out. one of the good things about living alone in a garage. bukowski used to talk about 'the old tub therapy', that was taking a bath twice a day in the tub.
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