------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------I have a complete disregard for coherent chronology, And conscience too heavy, for that bed to hold both of us.
..,It was true...~He sat naked and drunk in a room of summer night, running the blade of the knife under his fingernails, smiling, thinking of all the letters he had received -- it had kept him going when all seemed truly hopeless. Putting the blade on the table, he flicked it with a finger and it whirled in a flashing circle under the light. "Who the hell is going to save me?", he thought. As the knife stopped spinning the answer came: "You're going to have to save yourself." Still smiling, 1: He lit a cigarette 2: He poured another drink 3: Gave the blade another spin.
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