Talk:Slea

Notes:

Lines she remembered from reading poetry in jail i thought could come up:

I managed to make every trace of human hope vanish from my mind. I pounced on every joy like a ferocious animal eager to strangle it.
And Spring brought me the frightening laugh of the idiot.
True alchemy lies in this formula: ‘Your memory and your senses are but the nourishment of your creative impulse
Life is the farce we are all forced to endure.
A thousand Dreams within me softly burn ^Rimbaud^

A paranoid is someone who knows a little of what's going on
Nobody owns life, but anyone who can pick up even a shard of glass owns death.
Learning to become an individual again, decontrol myself, train myself as to what is going on and win back as much independent ground for myself as possible..
I don’t care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it.
Love, the most natural painkiller what there is.
The junk merchant doesn't sell his product to the consumer, he sells the consumer to his product. He does not improve and simplify his merchandise. He degrades and simplifies the client.
There are no innocent bystanders ... what are they doing there in the first place?
Knowing you might not make it... in that knowledge courage is born.
One must know they are in prison before they ever wish to escape.
The only possible ethic is to do what one wants to do.

The only serious question in life is whether to kill yourself or not.
In prison I felt as though I was partly unlearning what i had never learned and yet knew so well: I mean, how to live.
Rats die in the street; men in their homes. News-trids are concerned only with the homes..