Kindle Notes & Highlights
The hangdog look clung to Barnard tenaciously, eating its way, like leprosy, under his skin, through his muscles and tendons, seeking out pathways to eat its way through his body, into his bones and their very marrow, into his blood and slowly eat away his brain; and too, like a cancer starting in the innermost parts of his body, ravenous cells chewing and clawing their way through bone and muscle, tissue and tendon, biting, ripping, devouring but not killing, but rather savoring the delicious process of painful and agonizing destruction.
That efficient monstrosity of attrition calculated on the fact that if people are continually turned down eventually they lack the energy to continue to try and get what is rightfully theirs, rights that were established by the Congress of the United States and aborted by slime-balls like you.
Cant fight City Hall. But maybe you can burn it down.
Thought I felt as good as I could this morning, yet I feel even better now. Does that mean theres no limit to how good you can feel? I guess. Within limits. Maybe you just feel better and better until you explode? Never heard of it. Always something kicks in. Then down the tubes. Never feel too good. Maybe thats craziness. Feel so good your mind explodes. Cant handle it. How come you can feel worse and worse? No matter how bad you feel you can always feel worse. A rotten arrangement.
They dont tell you what a horror story life is. How futile. Meaningless. Make money. God, nothings easier than making money. Then what? It crushes you. Life just gets heavier and heavier and envelopes you in its tentacles until it has squeezed all life from you but you dont die.
This darkness of being alive without being able to live is inhuman.
A day almost indistinguishable from the previous one, different only as each day is always new, the pain new yet old and endless.
