Wednesday, March 12, 2008

suicide comes in many flavours

maybe it's loneliness... maybe it's self-pity... maybe it's boredom... maybe it's self-destruction... maybe it's just giving up on people and therein, giving up on self... maybe it's fear of intimacy... maybe it's that insatiable tongue covered with insatiable taste buds that crave more and more of the ever changing myriad of flavours that entice and produce drugs, yes, drugs that stimulate, vigorate, titillate, and catalate all sorts of feel-good chemicals in the brain...

naaaa, wouldn't be that...

5 comments:

j said...

maybe it's all of them or none of them or maybe it's some of them some of the time. does it really matter what it is? it is what it is. it's still a choice, and you still matter, and you are still loved.

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candoor said...

yay, i am loved...

and i have a little brazilian music too...

thanks mucho :)

Anonymous said...

only you could dream up that delicious madness ...

Paniga said...

You write very well.