quan.

She said, “I’ve gotta be honest, you’re wasting your time if you’re fishin round here.”
He said, “You must be mistaken, I’m not fooling, this feeling, its real.”
She said, “You gotta be crazy, what do you take me for, some kind of easy mark?"
im in the business of misery, let's take it from the top. im a bit savage ; but i like that. im pretty nice for the most part. but i prefer being a bitch. it's just funnier this way. sarcasm is my gift to the world. if you don't like it, well im sure i'll change for you. i know what i want, it's all just a matter of convincing someone to give it to me. an eye for an eye only ends up making the whole world blind, just remember: all the world's a stage and its way too often that sometimes the gods bless you in the morning and curse you in the afternoon, so relax bitch. you'll never be lovlier than you are now ; we will never be here again. just breathe. it's not a silly little moment. it's not the storm before the calm. this is the deep and dying breath. this is love that you’ve been working on, but the best thing you can learn from love is how to shoot somebody who outdrew you. and love's not a cry that you hear at night ; it's not somebody who's seen the light ; it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah. clear liquor and cloudy eyes. but hey, they say it's what we live for right? and nobody here can live forever, quiet in the grass. you can’t be everything you want to be before your time although it’s so romantic on the borderline. but personally, i believe some of us are haunted by the vastness of eternity, and so we ask ourselves: will our actions echo across the centuries? will strangers hear our names long after we’re gone and wonder who we were, how bravely we fought, how fiercely we loved? and if they tell my story, let them say i walked with giants. a short farewell to all my greatness.