I'm in a world of transition ready to let go of everything, yet it seems there are some hooks in me.
I go by Mor. My hair is usually astray. I'm constantly sleep deprived and am often found in a blunder of ravings.
"The worst part about anything that’s self destructive is that it’s so intimate. You become so close with your addictions and illnesses that leaving them behind is like killing the part of yourself that taught you how to survive."
- You think there is a difference between dreams and reality? - [laughs] What happened to the small talk? “What’s your favourite band”? “Do you facebook”? Nothing like that. - Fuck facebook. Do you? - I don’t really think about it. - Everybody think about it. - Not me. Look my life is complicated enough. You should talk to my grandfather. It’s all he ever thinks about. Drove him crazy. - It’s driving me crazy. - No. He’s insane. Batshit nuts. Back in my sweet little hometown old man Leonard drolls in a padded cell. He will tell you there is no such things as dreams, only endless realities thats all piled on top of each other. Some people sees monsters. Other people just see people.