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Hubert Selby Jr., Charles Bukowski, Henry Rollins, William S. Burrough
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Diary of a Compulsive Madness
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2015
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“Years of backseat drives full of noise and sounds that seem random until you're alone in your room with headphones on; so you can truly get the whole picture.”
― Diary of a Compulsive Madness
― Diary of a Compulsive Madness
“Love is a bird in a cage that cannot be bought or locked away. It is sought and in it's own right flies to you.”
― Diary of a Compulsive Madness
― Diary of a Compulsive Madness
“I wake up to the same dreary gray clouds. I walk the same streets. I take the same route to go to the same place. I look up at the cancerous skies and it begins to rain drops of chemo. I open my mouth and let it drip onto my tongue. It burns my insides as I swallow. Melting and desintegrating my vital organs; and then I realize-it's acid.”
― Diary of a Compulsive Madness
― Diary of a Compulsive Madness
“Sure, I had been through the DARE (Drug Abuse Resistance Education) program when I was a kid. I had seen Nancy Reagan’s pasty white ass on TV telling me to, “just say no”. But Nancy Regan had never had to worry about paying the rent, or living pay check to pay check, or finding her dad’s rolling papers on the shelf above the coco-puffs. So I guess in Nancy Reagan’s world it was pretty damn easy to adopt retarded slogans like, “just say no”. I wouldn’t know, though. I lived in the real world. I had problems.”
― Dry Heat
― Dry Heat
“I wake up to the same dreary gray clouds. I walk the same streets. I take the same route to go to the same place. I look up at the cancerous skies and it begins to rain drops of chemo. I open my mouth and let it drip onto my tongue. It burns my insides as I swallow. Melting and desintegrating my vital organs; and then I realize-it's acid.”
― Diary of a Compulsive Madness
― Diary of a Compulsive Madness
“Sympathy to the stripper in the smoke-cloved dimly lit room where all she sees is flashing lights on the stage that she dances for men who will never see her as a human-being; but only as an image that they can touch and fuck. Don't you have more respect for yourself? You should.”
― Diary of a Compulsive Madness
― Diary of a Compulsive Madness
“Years of backseat drives full of noise and sounds that seem random until you're alone in your room with headphones on; so you can truly get the whole picture.”
― Diary of a Compulsive Madness
― Diary of a Compulsive Madness
“Love is a bird in a cage that cannot be bought or locked away. It is sought and in it's own right flies to you.”
― Diary of a Compulsive Madness
― Diary of a Compulsive Madness
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