teeth

And something else was plaguing him, too, which he could not confine to anyone: he was receiving vague emotional impressions from people whether he touched them or not.
A certain free-floating telepathy it seemed; and there were no gloves to shut if off. It wasn't information he received; it was merely strong impressions of like, dislike, truth or falsehood. Sometimes he was so caught up in this, he only saw people's lips moving. He didn't hear their words at all.
This highly charged intimacy, if that was the proper thing to call it, alienated him to the core.

- The Witching Hour, Anne Rice.

“For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can’t readily accept the God formula, the big answers don’t remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command nor faith a dictum. I am my own god. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.”
—Charles Bukowski

biting my tongue until it bleeds

Drummers hit it harder. Guitarists finger faster. Bassists do it deeper. Singers do it louder.

feel like slamming my head into a wall