The whole aesthetics of computers very much feeds into my OCD. They fill my head with obsessionalities and my actions become very repetitive. It seems quite inimical to the dreamy state out of which fiction comes which seems so much less causally repetitive than the way one works on computers

The whole aesthetics of computers very much feeds into my OCD. They fill my head with obsessionalities and my actions become very repetitive. It seems quite inimical to the dreamy state out of which fiction comes which seems so much less causally repetitive than the way one works on computers

The whole aesthetics of computers very much feeds into my OCD. They fill my head with obsessionalities and my actions become very repetitive. It seems quite inimical to the dreamy state out of which fiction comes which seems so much less causally repetitive than the way one works on computers (Will Self)

All we shared was a mattress, and a lie, and an addressBaby I don’t need you, well baby I don’t need youOnce occupied by a goddess, now it’s a room full of boxesShe said, “it’s time to leave you” but baby I don’t need you! In a perfect world… her face would not existIn a perfect world… a broken heart is fixed – Billy Talent, Billy Talent II

All we shared was a mattress, and a lie, and an addressBaby I don’t need you, well baby I don’t need youOnce occupied by a goddess, now it’s a room full of boxesShe said, “it’s time to leave you” but baby I don’t need you! In a perfect world… her face would not existIn a perfect world… a broken heart is fixed – Billy Talent, Billy Talent II