teetheyes | (no subject)

There aren't enough cigarettes in this damn city to support both our habits. I've stopped trying to kill my liver, rest assured, to avoid composing another embarrassing crapfest like the last two days. I still have a hard time sleeping, but I sort of enjoy being a part of the minority who sits up in the late hours wondering why the hell everyone else isn't awake. It reminds me of home, almost.

Scarab, I know you hoped I wouldn't remember but I do, and the funny thing is I'm glad I do. You trusted me the day I arrived here and later you confided in me. I know it was under special circumstances but the feeling remains. I hope I can return the favor sometime.

Faye, thanks for putting me up that night. I enjoy your company, your wit, and that mouth of yours that's going to get you in trouble. You gave me a run for the money with the tequila, good work.

Morpheus, I don't hate you. I'm angry with you because you're never satisfied. To you everything is subpar, everything from your masterpieces, your lovers, your son, even your death. You never fully joined your sister, you left only your sense of responsibility in My Lord, why did you do this to yourself? I can't fully blame you for the seed of disatisfaction that became rooted in me (I shouldn't blame you at all), I can only learn from what I've seen and know what not to do with it.

John, I envy you. You follow your own rules and you suffer your own consequences. You don't go quietly with Heaven, Hell, or The Dreaming. You're no stranger to Desire and Despair, but you're still your own master. I envy you, and I respect you. Right now I'm sucking down the last cigarette in the apartment by the way. And, nice asstree.