Everybody Sounds Stoned, Because They're E-mailing People

Happened As I Listened: I Felt Pain. Not In My Head, Not In My Arm, Not In My Leg; Everywhere At Once. I Told Myself There Was No Difference Between Being “inside” And Being “outside,” That It All Came Down To X’s And O’s That Could Be Acquired In Any Number Of Different Ways, But The Pain Increased To A Point Where I Thought I Might Collapse, And I Limped Away.

I Don’t Want To Fade Away, I Want To Flame Away - I Want My Death To Be An Attraction, A Spectacle, A Mystery. A Work Of Art.

That We Have Some History Together That Hasn’t Happened Yet.

The World Is Full Of Shitheads, Rhea. Don’t Listen To Them—listen To Me. And I Know That Lou Is One Of Those Shitheads. But I Listen.

They Were Snobs Or Idiots Or Both...yet She Was Inexplicably Crushed By Their Coldness.