{"id":9370,"date":"2013-02-07T14:57:58","date_gmt":"2013-02-07T19:57:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/richardbarron.net\/giantmuh\/?p=9370"},"modified":"2022-03-07T16:20:44","modified_gmt":"2022-03-07T22:20:44","slug":"liner-notes-a-k-a-scar-tissue","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/richardbarron.net\/giantmuh\/2013\/02\/07\/liner-notes-a-k-a-scar-tissue\/","title":{"rendered":"Liner Notes, a.k.a. Scar Tissue"},"content":{"rendered":"

Bumper sticker: Gone Crazy, Back Soon<\/p>\n

Okay, settle down everyone. Here are some more notes from the blue filigree notebook<\/em><\/strong>:<\/p>\n

Laura believes Dick has killed the last of a rare species of insect on their windshield.<\/p>\n

In the end, I don’t deny I have it coming.<\/p>\n

I hold grudges clutched tightly to my sweet, perfumed bosom.<\/p>\n

You sick, sad, pathetic little bitch.<\/p>\n

So much of life becomes unbearable, from the hurt of loneliness to the simple notion of 7 a. m.<\/p>\n

Journal, 1989:<\/strong> “My tears would run to the ground from the back of my hand. Someday they would fall gently from the branches of leafless trees in winter.”<\/p>\n

After all the loss, only the loss remains.<\/p>\n

My hatred was so pure it gave me chills.<\/p>\n

Henry Miller’s day: eat, fuck, write, repeat.<\/p>\n

Now, more than ever, I am certain you will never understand me.<\/p>\n

I’d rather spend the rest of my life alone than spend another moment here with you.<\/p>\n

I like the way he describes insanity with music.<\/p>\n

\"Gradually,<\/a>
Gradually, the crowd was beset with panic.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

No one ever said the apocalypse had to happen in a day.<\/p>\n

They fuck to feel loved and love to feel fucked.<\/p>\n

A cold, wet wind penetrates me and my intentions.<\/p>\n

I hope that after I’m gone, you all choke on my bones.<\/p>\n

Every song is about me.<\/p>\n

Journal, 1982:<\/strong> “No matter what I write, it doesn’t make any difference what anyone thinks of it. Then why write? To get at the truth, to find out what really matters.”<\/p>\n

I lost it all in her eyes.<\/p>\n

It seems like there was a lot of ground for Burroughs and Kerouac to break, but now it’s all chopped up by a big machine.<\/p>\n

I sound so weak when I say that you’re beautiful.<\/p>\n

You turn your hate against yourself because you’re the only one you can punish.<\/p>\n

I could smell the news
\nwhen I was 19
\nall black and white
\nink and silver
\nweight on my shoulders
\nfor collecting gold
\nthe taste of impure death
\nthrobbed in my temple
\nof symbolism<\/p>\n

Houston, the ego has landed.<\/p>\n

There but for the obvious…<\/strong> I dreamed I was in a room with a deep violet-purple chair, and I was aware that the chair was pure anxiety.<\/p>\n

The answer to the question of whether to run or hide is simple: close my eyes. If it escapes my notice, it escapes reality.<\/p>\n

Nobody hates me in my dreams.<\/p>\n

The Hunter Becomes the Hunted…<\/strong> I dreamed I was hunting caribou, and I was naked for the first time in my life. I am nakeder than the day I was born by a factor of five. I hunt the caribou with lightning bolts that seem to come from the sky, but also seem to come from me.<\/p>\n

Words only hurt when we swallow them without chewing.<\/p>\n

Hating them is only hating myself, poorly concealed.<\/p>\n

“All my other friends are just noise, but you, Richard, are quiet.” ~Jamie, 2002<\/p>\n

Notes fall on my ears like rain on a lake.<\/p>\n

I sit in stunned silence, waiting for the world to make its next move.<\/p>\n

20\u02da outside, but in this heart, it’s 40 below.<\/p>\n

I am a sound you can’t hear. I am a light you can’t see.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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