Its not until you lose everything that you are free to do anything.
On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.
The things you own end up owning you.
And then, something happened. I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.
Marla's philosophy of life is that she might die at any moment. The tragedy, she said, was that she didn't.
I can't get married - I'm a thirty-year-old boy.
You wake up at Seatac, SFO, LAX. You wake up at O'Hare, Dallas-Fort Worth, BWI. Pacific, mountain, central. Lose an hour, gain an hour. This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time. You wake up at Air Harbor International. If you wake up at a different time, in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?
So you broke down, trying to leave town
I broke down crying on your return
You left me feeling awful
I'll never see your face again
You made for a bad lover's liver
You stole all the covers and busted my head
You made me such an asshole
I wish we'd never met
I'm tired of being bored
I'm through with the headaches
Hideing my hands that tremble like earthquakes
Under the table, under the daytime sky
Good Fucking Bye
peace
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