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On the wall it says, I fucked sandy Moore.
All around that, ten others have scratched, me too.
Someone else scrawled: is there anybody here who are not fucked sandy Moore?
Next to that is scratched Ya.
Next to that is scratched: ***.
...the only difference between suicide and martyrdom is, how it is publicized in the press.
Survivor retention Client Number Eighty-Four has lost everyone he ever loved and everything that gave his life meaning. He is tired and sleeps most of the time. He began to drink and smoke. He has no appetite. He seldom bathes and hasn't shaved in weeks.
Ten years ago, he was the hardworking salt of the earth. He just wanted to go to Heaven. Today he sits here, and all the world, for which he worked, disappeared. All his external rules and controls are gone.
There is no Hell. There is no Heaven.
And it dawns on the idea that everything is possible.
Now he wants it all.
Suicide is very contagious.
A guy's calling to say he's failing algebra.
Just for practice I say, Kill yourself.
A woman calls and says her children misbehave.
Without missing a beat, I tell her, Kill yourself.
A man calls to say that his car won't start.
Kill yourself.
A woman calls to ask what time the late movie starts.
Kill yourself.
She asked "isn't This 555-1327? Is this the moorehouse Cineplex?"
I say, Kill yourself. Kill yourself. Kill yourself.
A girl calls and asks, "does it hurt much to die?"
Well, my dear, I tell her, Yes, but to continue to live even harder.
To calm this girl down, to get her to listen, I tell her the story about my fish. This is fish number six hundred and forty-one in my entire life. My parents bought me the first one to teach me how to love and care for another living breathing creature of God. Six hundred and forty fish later, the only thing I know is everything you love will die. When you first meet someone special, you can be sure that one day he will die and will be in the ground.
Another option:
... This goldfish, and I have not the first. It is six hundred forty-one. They are very long live, Golden fish. The first fish I bought parents that I learned to love and care for the living creatures of God. And that's all I know six hundred and forty fish later: all that you love will die. And when you meet someone special, you can be sure that one day it will not. He will die and turn to dust.
The magic of sex is that it's acquisition without the burden of possession. No matter how many girls did you bring home, the problem with storage and warehousing is missing.
In a world where there is no God except mother - not a new God? Latest unseen an unreachable instance. Perhaps motherhood did not remain the last real magical miracle? But a miracle is impossible for men.
The child is not a dog to have. I mean, children live very long, bro.
Parenthood is the opiate of the people.
I just want to be needed by someone.
Desired and required. I need someone who I could give all of himself - all his spare time, all my attention and care. Someone dependent on me.
A mutual dependence.
It would NOT have been Jesus?
- You don't believe that I'm actually in the depths of a sensitive and Christlike manifestation of absolute love?
- Hell to the no, bro - meets Danny. - You're an asshole.
And I say:
Thank you. Just wanted to check.
People willing through the Hoop jump, he just let me feel God.
We no longer live in the real world. We live in a world of conventions.
