"[communists] do not put people to the moral demand: love one another, do not be egoists, etc: on the contrary, they are well aware that egoism, just as much as self-sacrifice, is...a necessary form of the self-assertion of individuals."
My brother has that written somewhere. Yay.
Narcotics.
My fifty pence piece (last of the moneys of Florence. A dying race, as I’m now giving it to Alice. Who is sitting next to me.) has a Johnson’s dictionary definition for it. Fifty is Saxon, pence plural of penny. They really do think we’re idiots. It’s awesome-looking though.
Apparently I understand, Alice has decided.
Judgement has been passed.
By Alice, so it’s good.
Two nights ago (which is, you know, the best time to write about) I woke up in the middle of the night terrified because there was tapping and whispering at my window. Except, there wasn’t. I think maybe I’m nervous at the minute, that’s why my brain told me that. Or there could be ghosts.
Alice yawned. I’m being boring.
Facebook: lalala ‘likes Summer, Sun, Sex, Smiling like an idiot when you receive a cute text. and Having A Relationship Were You Can Act Like Total Retards Together.
9 minutes ago
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Alice: second one would be better if ‘were’ was spelled right.
This made me happy. As they’d been making me feel mildly nauseated before.
Song of today is Pure Reason Revolution's 'I) Keep Me Sane/Insane'.
Someone give me ideas of books I should get my school to buy as prizes for me. I’m thinking, Keats’s letters. That’s the extent of my thoughts and I need at least three books. I could buy the letters in the massive hard backed copy which comes in three volumes but that just seems excessive. If quite exciting.
Okay I fail at life. Have a lovely day.
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