Will night never come?
Nothing matters but the writing. There has been nothing else worthwhile... a stain upon the silence.
How is it that of the four Evangelists only one speaks of a thief being save. The four of them were there-or therabouts-and only one speaks of a thief being saved.
I have spoken softly, gone my ways softly, all my days, as behoves one who has nothing to say, nowhere to go, and so nothing to gain by being seen or heard.
No choice but stand. Somehow up and stand. Somehow stand. That or groan. The groan so long on its way. No. No groan. Simply pain. Simply up. A time when try how. Try see. Try say. How first it lay. Then somehow knelt. Bit by bit. Then on from there. Bit by bit. Till up at last.
From things about to disappear I turn away in time. To watch them out of sight, no, I can’t do it.
As for my needs, they had dwindled as it were to my dimensions and become, if I may say so, of so exquisite a quality as to exclude all thought of succour.
I stopped being half-witted and became sly whenever I took the trouble.
But it is useless to dwell on this period of my life. If I go on long enough calling that my life I’ll end up by believing it.
Hell must be like... reminiscing about the good old days when we wished we were dead.
Personally I always preferred Lipton’s.
I shall soon be quite dead at last in spite of all.
Nothing to be done...
Constipation is a sign of good health in pomeranians.
We are not merely more weary because of yesterday, we are other, no longer what we were before the calamity of yesterday.
Nowhere in particular on the way from A to Z. Or say for verisimilitude the Balloygan Road. That dear old back road. Somewhere on the Ballyogan Road in lieu of nowhere in particular. Where no truck anymore. Somewhere on the Ballyogan Road on the way from A to Z.
Misfortunes, blessings, I have no time to pick my words, I am in a hurry to be done. And yet no, I am in no hurry.
The turmoil of the day freezes in a thousand absurd postures.
We always find something, eh Didi, to give us the impression we exist.
What am I doing now, I’m trying to see where I am, so as to be able to go elsewhere, should occasion arise, or else simply to say, You have merely to wait till they come and fetch you, that’s my impression at times.