"I can boil down my days to coffee, errands, bills, regrets, daydreams, drinks, crying fits, phone calls, nightmares" - Nicole Blackman
*~Such a beautiful wreck, I am~*
Turned at twenty
She'll break into bits of star
And throw herself against the sky
It's an excellent year to disappear
- Nicole Blackman
I began to see the world as a spurt of blank matter that chanced to make an emerald planet here and a dead star there, with random waste in between. The serenity of immense design was missing from my sleep, in form and proportion, the power that awes and thrills
- Don DeLillo
