True Crime Watching true crime programmes at 11:30 p.m. I've always enjoyed seeing these things. It makes me realise that no matter how screwed up my life may be, at least I haven't been murdered, or murdered anyone, yet. My life hasn't got THAT bad. So I really haven't hit rock bottom, yet. Have I ?
I Expect Too Much Just looking through crap, on my phone. Stories about people, so - called celebrities, most of them I have never heard of. And I've noticed that nearly all of the supposedly attractive women, they all look the same, or at least very similar. It's like there's a factory somewhere, churning them out. I can't see any difference between them. They all seem to have the same eyes, the same plucked eye brows. The same lips pumped full of shit. The same Botox filled zombie expressions. And the same empty minds. I'd love for one of these pointless butterflies to prove me wrong. If just one of them had read Dostoevsky, or Celine, even Kerouac, or had written a few poems of their own. Not even that, just some little thing to show that they've got a working brain of their own. Perhaps I expect too much.