You can't lie to your soul.
By definition, you have to live until you die. Better to make that life as complete and enjoyable an experience as possible, in case death is shite, which I suspect it will be.
I'm not running away, I'm moving on.
Some people are easier to love when you don't have to be around them.
Love does not exist, it's like religion, the state wants you to believe in that kind of crap so they can control you, and f**k your head up.
You were what you were and you are what you are. Fuck that regrets bullshit.
Mates are a waste of fucking time. They are always ready to drag you down tae their level of social, sexual and intellectual mediocrity.
This is what being alive's all about, all those fucked up feelings. You've got to have them; when you stop, watch out.
His eyes are wild, psychotic slits that bat-dance in your soul looking for good things to crush or bad elements to identify with.
When two people were in love you had to leave them to it. Especially when you weren't in love and wished that you were. That could embarrass. That could hurt.
Now there is apparently a causal link between heroin addiction and vegetarianism.
Everything in the street today seems soft focus.
Aye Oedipus, yir a complex fucker right enough
You can only live in the world you ken. The rest is just wishful thinking or paranoia.
Now, for the first time, he's seeing that there really is a way out of this, and it's all so simple. You don't have to run away. You just meet somebody special and step sideways into a parallel universe.
Same rules apply.
Thir must be less tae life than this
Don't let jesus in. AA is just one obsession replaced with another
Sometimes ah think that people become junkies just because they subconsciously crave a wee bit ay silence.
The fact that you use the term "cunt" in the same breath as "sexist", shows that you display the same muddled, fucked-up thinking oan this issue as you do oan everything else.
But even Es and cocaine, over the years they blow holes in your brain, rob you of your memories, your past. Which is fair enough, convenient even.
I love doubt in a woman. It's nearly as sexy as determination.
Take your best orgasm, multiply the feeling by twenty, and you're still fuckin miles off the pace
It's easy tae be philosophical when some other cunt's got shite fir blood.
How did it make you feel?
With the gift of faith, we move on.
It wis like auld times, but in a sense that only served tae remind us ay how much things hud changed.
When I get home I take some sleeping pills and within what seemed like half an hour of unconsciousness it was Monday morning again.
It’s all okay, it’s all beautiful; but ah fear that this internal sea is gaunnae subside soon, leaving this poisonous shite washed up, stranded up in ma body.
Ah suppose man, ah'm too much ay a perfectionist, ken? It's likesay, if things go a bit dodgy, ah jist cannae be bothered, y'know.
