Um, huhhhhhuhhhhhm, lookit ha my name is Becky, huh huhummm hmmmm uhhhh mnmningumahhamana akum hamana um cut, Becky- Cut, Becky-cut, Becky- cut, ….Becky?….. ~cut~ cough cough I got a crew. /cut/ Although it may seem like it’s just me/cut/ full of optimism /cut/ What? I got a crew /cut/ although it may seem like it’s just me /cut/ full of optimism /cut/ what?
When an artist uses a conceptual form of art, it means that all of the planning and decisions are made beforehand and the execution is a perfunctory affair.”
(When I slept with my sister) Reality burst open and I tumbled out. It’s like a dream. Anything can happen, dad. Anything. I can’t live in new world. To have something to hold on to? A god? Give me some proof of god. You can’t.
I can, but you just listen carefully. Yes, I need to listen.
I can only give you a hint of my own hope. It’s knowing that love exists in the human world. All kinda of love exist. The highest and the lowest, the most absurd and the most sublime. All kinds of love. Longing and denial for love. Trust and distrust. I don’t know if love is proof of gods existence or god himself.
The thought helps me in my emptiness and my dirty despair. Suddenly the emptiness turns into abundance, and despair into life. It’s like a reprieve. A reprieve from a death sentence. “ Though a Glass, Darkly.