A night in the life

Loud punk rock with trebly ear-bleeding highs, turned as loud as possible to awaken tinnitus. Feel something - anything - even an incessant piercing ring. Love it because it's tangible, fucking measurable, as if entropy itself were the only thing a person can sink his teeth into. Romanticize solitude. Something is there. Nothing is actually something. It isn't creepy so much. Afraid of nothing. Not afraid of anything except nothing. Lonely and together. Lonely and alone. Remember unmemorable things and miss them. Create distance from things IN ORDER to miss them. Condemn sentiment. Search for fake love. Embrace malaise and mistake it for clarity. Look for answers. Confuse indigestion with the end of days. Mistake observations for epiphanies. Look for answers. Self-aware and self-obsessed. Justify narcissism with self-deprecation. Dwell. Examine and assess all pretenses. Check for leaks. Remain unfinished. Means over ends. Fixate on ends anyway. Look ahead. Look behind. Look around. Existential. Meaningful. Meaningless. Hatred of adverbs. Self loathing. Conceit. Fuck that guy. Better to do something - anything - than nothing. No, better to do nothing. Proactive. Steady deterioration. Inevitable and steady deterioration. Helpless. Angry. Suspicious. Awake. Interconnectivity. Words. Fuck words. Fuck thoughts. Flight. Run. Escape. Premonition. Love. Fake. Real. Cynicism. Dissapointed idealism. Holes in every theory. Leaks. Inconsistent. Unreliable. Trust no one. Dearth. Explain. Qualify. Add. Subtract. Subtract. Endings. Conclusions. Want. Need. Gameface. Why.

Morning. Capable. Until tomorrow night.