| I'm constantly in transition. |


i want endi want end
I want to join the army. I want to suit up and jump out of a plane and nearly break my legs. I want to get shot at and die with sand in my wounds, with earth irritating my last moments of breath. I want to die knowing that somebody else's poor son or poor daughter will take my place and perhaps die more valiantly than I have. I want the person who replaces me to die and be replaced. I want that person to die as well. I want it to continue. I want them to realize in their final moments that this was the shittiest decision they had ever made and that the jack ass who died before them was to blame for their end. I want them to blame me. I
| I'm constantly in transition. |

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plastic parts
broken hearts
masterpiece
scalpel please
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It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure on the world.
~ John Steinbeck.
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plastic parts
broken hearts
masterpiece
scalpel please
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You're a [dead] fit
But my wit won't allow it
The inside lingo had me at /hello/
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It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure on the world.
~ John Steinbeck.
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