Life equals running and when we stop running maybe that’s how we’ll know life is finally finished.
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I’m still sweating and I’m still coughing enough to win a contest
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“Wait just a minute. What’s that beside you? That empty space of nothing.”
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That’s the thing I’m learning about being thrown out on yer own. Nobody does nothing for you. If you don’t change it, it don’t get changed.
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This makes no sense, no sense at all, and everything feels like it’s starting to slip, like the world is a table tilted on its side and everything on it is tipping over.
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cuz drunk Noise is like a drunk man: blurry and boring and dangerous.
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“My Dearest Todd,” Viola reads, copying Ben’s accent as best she can. Which is pretty ruddy good. “My dearest son.”
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“My dad used to say, There’s only forward, Vi, only outward and up.”
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But a knife ain’t just a thing, is it? It’s a choice, it’s something you do. A knife says yes or no, cut or not, die or don’t. A knife takes a decision out of your hand and puts it in the world and it never goes back again.
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Men lie, and they lie to theirselves worst of all.