melaniefromcharn

hope falls, often- and i think intrest fades always. most people are the same. thinking is boring now, but what else do i have? is "pure being" another faith term? is christ in my blood again? social projections embarress me the way masturbation should. still, i like quoting admirable people, and looking at good-looking ones. so enter the place of commerce in a mask. enter the internet and trap yourself in a light box- a book that seems to live. i think it's sinister. i do other stupid things: i wash my hands, and talk, and emasculate my already-nubbed-out body and vampiric phsyche with ethics and math.
hm. also, the Raveonettes are brilliant