if it quirks..

then, I have done my job

Category: Aphorism

If you wish for anything,

Wish to be rejected by this world

When it spits you out and scoffs at you,

Rejoice because you’ve dodged a bullet.

Rejoice because you’ve stepped outside of the net

Trust these words.

Do not seek the approval of this fallen, shallow place.

That crusty build up inside a neglected belly button.

Finding a cockroach in your hair dryer.

How long has that been there?

And are there pieces of cockroach in your hair now?