Heinous Love, by This Odd Little Blind House. Inspired by a special lady, written about a fictional one.
More to come with this one.
"[…]That you do not have to like a person in order to learn from him/her/it. That loneliness is not a function of solitude. That logical validity is not a guarantee of truth. […] That sometimes human beings have to just sit in one place and, like, hurt. That you will become way less concerned with what other people think of you when you realize how seldom they do. That there is such a thing as raw, unalloyed, agendaless kindness. That it is possible to fall asleep during an anxiety attack. That concentrating intently on anything is very hard work. […] In short that 99% of the head’s thinking activity consists of trying to scare the everliving shit out of itself. […] That the people to be the most frightened of are the people who are the most frightened. That it takes great personal courage to let yourself appear weak. That no single, individual moment is in and of itself unendurable. That other people can often see things about you that you yourself cannot see, even if those people are stupid. That having a lot of money does not immunize people from suffering or fear. […] That, perversely, it is often more fun to want something than to have it. […] That it is permissible to want. That everybody is identical in their unspoken belief that way deep down they are different from everyone else. That this isn’t necessarily perverse. That there might not be angels, but there are people who might as well be angels."
- David Foster Wallace <3
Hey ya’ll, come on down to Charles Mansions’ Howdy Partner. You’re welcome for the subsequent seizures. PS I wrote this song for everyone.
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