absoluteuncertainty

A fallen angel, broken, immortal, and bored as fuck, ends up twittering about his experiences here among humans, his frustration, and his endless attempts of ridding himself of human form by suicide, though never succeeding in anything else besides waking up across the globe. An interest in swans, life lust, anguish, despair, sexual awkwardness and frustration, needs job, someone give me a job. here are my talents: musical, reliable, confident liar, able to keep hallucinations under control, needs money Aims: filling the soundless void of space with music. Strange fantasies about animal/child fight club. Heralded as the novel of the century, comparable to the diaries of Ann Frank, Max Peake delivers the most profound account of inhuman proportions of sadness, loss, and belittlement, of being born immortal into a human body, yet it remains so thoroughly beautiful, so thoroughly fragile, that to touch it would be it's destruction.