Thea Akelic

-I had a lengthy discussion about the power of myth with a postmodern author who didn't exist. In this fictious world, our reality twists. I was a hopeless romantic, now I'm just turning tricks. I share with complete strangers my most personal of pleasures. I scribble tidbits of useless mind info-trash, treasure. Spend hours, at my leisure, like sharpened precise tweezers.-
-We keep ourselves a mystery, but we provide, provide the clues. So the rest is up to you, and don't forget to check the obvious. We are so serious, so I guess it all comes down to how curious you can be.It's funny when you find yourself looking from the outside. I'm standing here but all I want is to be over there. How did I let myself believe miracles could happen? Because now I have to pretend that I don't really care.-

-You're desperate in finding something else to please you. You're searching your whole life, something to mute, change, or just distract you. Something to put inside you to give you the illusion of life. Cause you've always been barely alive.I say to myself, "Self, why are you awake again?" It's one A.M., standing with the fridge wide open, staring. Such a sight, florescent light. The stars are bright, might make a wish if I believed in that shit, but as it is. I might watch TV, cause its nice to see people more messed up than me.-