January 2011
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i don't want nothing.
i thought i heard your voice at the end of the line, but i know that it’s been eight months since i last paid the phone company. i just remember the way you used to talk to me, and the way you didn’t make me feel dumb for saying the things i said. you said it made me unique. like i was something special. maybe i failed something deep inside of you, ultimately inside of me. and you just...
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what's the you(se)?
i’ve created this universe in my hand, with you in it, and all our friends. actually, are they and are you? don’t you feel something for me? and if i bleed, won’t you? i’ve created this universe and i know you all love me, this needn’t be convinced of even the slightest skeptic. i feel something empty. i hope to feel you too. sometimes, i listen to music and imagine...
Football Season is Over, by Hunter S. Thompson
Hunter S. Thompson’s suicide note:
No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun – for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax – This won’t hurt.