This Is Not An Exit

"There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable... I simply am not there."

Random thoughts. Visions. Reblogs and picked-ups from here and there. Sharing art and poetry, as well as degeneracies. Colours, glimpses of dialogues, animations.

Sun Oct 16, 2011

verdematematico:

Austin, tuesday night

(via kaw)

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