I could simply kill you now, get it over with, who would know the difference? I could easily kick you in, stove you under, for all those times, mean on gin, you rammed words into my belly. (p. 52)
We must make time to reflect on life.Someday this life will be gone.
Time is life.Time for birth, time for death.
When you loose someone untimely; all left is never ending guilt, fear, and pain.
Deep down a broken heart, all the sadness one can bear is misery.
Death is a misery.
Our existence comes with Death. And it comes with suffering, death alone is not enough and pleasure have consequences. wicked and fucked. love comes with hurting. And having means losing.
Pulling through is what people do around here. There is a kind of bravery in their lives that isn’t bravery at all. It is automatic, unflinching, a mix of man and machine, consuming and unquestionable...