War and Oil

Meaning - Meaning -Meaning
'That's just it', said the man, grinding the remains of a half chewed fag between his fingers. The secretary glanced across in his vague direction. 'Just what?' ' - the meaning of life'. The woman stopped examining her scarlet talons for a second, then sighed, carrying on. 'Might I suggest that you book an appointment


The WindowTwo men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour a day to drain the fluids from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. And every afternoon when the man in the bed next to the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.The Window
The man in the other bed


Life's Chronicles: ThreeI watch in suspense as my own hand drifts to my wrist. I feel the cold, vibrating steel touch down on my skin as my nervous hand prepares the deed. I've been mentally prepared for this for weeks, and yet I feel conflict within my mind. I feel the blade's edge on my wrist. I close my eyes. I think.Life's Chronicles: Three
Do I really want to do this? What will happen to me?
Some part of me accepts these words, welcomes them. But closer to the surface, I just don't care. In my head, I tell my hand to sweep to one side, but it doesn't move. Deep down, I feel sadness, a creeping arctic feeling. I feel sorrow in the most cancerous form, the foul
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Lucy Fucking Miller
Hates this fucking town
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*mwahahaha*
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It's A Lie
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"I rise now from the floor with a groping glimpse at transcendence"
- Myself, Life's Chronicle: Three
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