How to lose absolutely.

Choose circumstances that are good for you and prosper or choose the opposite. I favour finding new ways to die, like starvation to the point or simply the death of the ego. Break it down and build it up again in a new form you prefer: Whiplash. My cards suggest I leave the country without a passport, but I’d rather involve myself in situations here until I’m absolutely wounded.

Laughter is the best medicine and most of all when they laugh at you, not with you. Now, that’s a bitter pill. I believe diamonds are made under pressure, so jump in the iron lung at will. A system’s only proven antifragile through repeated shocks. Is this a grasp on the mysteries, or faulty logic; the drive toward the inorganic; that primary masochism; the repressed, returning?

Women can be played like Le Violon d’Ingres. If you’re emotionally unavailable and they won’t meet your needs, you’re hooked when they withdraw. The real dream of the fisherman’s wife is to seek new hopes to be denied. What’s desire without crossing the desert barefoot until you blister? I’d break the Law once every week to feel your touch. And how will I answer for this? Who could ever answer for this? Those who always choose the good look at me blankly. Blink blink. But although you are not ready for the night, it won’t always be day.

Whenever I have nightmares, I remember Mary Magdalene is a saint in heaven.

If I have a daughter, I’ll name her Magdalena, but we’ll call her Magda for short. And she’ll run through the garden in autumn, her skirt filled with apples. And God willing, despite her mother, she won’t know a damn thing about this. I’ll speak to her when she’s older and her ears will hear the murmuring of tongues.

The ground is good for kissing like your feet, so I’ll lie down there again.