"i slept through my cs216 class today
i woke up and almost cared"
indeed.
http://www.interrupt11.org/irc.txt
---later---
so i'm driving down a deserted highway at the earliest hours of the morning, music loud enough to surround me and insulate me from the rest of the world. i find i no longer care about the particulars of the music- the song, the band, the album -they seem like distant ideas that have no meaning. all that matters is that it's pulling me in. i start to feel the same way about the mundane details of the rest of my life, of the "outside world", as it were. and i realize that, sitting alone in this car, on this empty ribbon of asphalt, i have never felt less lonely.
how about a selection from a book.
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Johnnie exchanged a fierce hug with each of them. Then he took the pearl-handled revolver from his coat pocket and walked out onto the deck. Luke and Soren followed.
...
"You worried about body disposal, Soren?" Johnnie threw back his head and laughed, the first time Lukie had ever seen him do so. "City boy, don't you know they got big-ass gators in this swamp?"
Soren looked sick.
"I hope I give the fuckers AIDS. Damn gator killed my dog once." Johnnie looked forlorn for a moment; then a shadow seemed to pass from his face. "Bye, Luke. Bye, Soren."
He lowered himself to the deck, tipped his head backward over the edge of the barge, and took the gun barrel deep into his mouth. Luke had barely registered the muffled pop when blood exploded from the top of Johnnie's head, cascaded out of his mouth and nostrils, painting the wasted flesh of his throat, fountaining into the water.
...
Johnnie had asked them to say a prayer, but Luke had none at his disposal. He planted the sole of his boot against Johnnie's hip and rolled him over the side of the barge. Johnnie's body made a small splash from which grew a pattern of concentric ripples. His blood traced bright threads through the oily dark water.
i woke up and almost cared"
indeed.
http://www.interrupt11.org/irc.txt
---later---
so i'm driving down a deserted highway at the earliest hours of the morning, music loud enough to surround me and insulate me from the rest of the world. i find i no longer care about the particulars of the music- the song, the band, the album -they seem like distant ideas that have no meaning. all that matters is that it's pulling me in. i start to feel the same way about the mundane details of the rest of my life, of the "outside world", as it were. and i realize that, sitting alone in this car, on this empty ribbon of asphalt, i have never felt less lonely.
how about a selection from a book.
---
Johnnie exchanged a fierce hug with each of them. Then he took the pearl-handled revolver from his coat pocket and walked out onto the deck. Luke and Soren followed.
...
"You worried about body disposal, Soren?" Johnnie threw back his head and laughed, the first time Lukie had ever seen him do so. "City boy, don't you know they got big-ass gators in this swamp?"
Soren looked sick.
"I hope I give the fuckers AIDS. Damn gator killed my dog once." Johnnie looked forlorn for a moment; then a shadow seemed to pass from his face. "Bye, Luke. Bye, Soren."
He lowered himself to the deck, tipped his head backward over the edge of the barge, and took the gun barrel deep into his mouth. Luke had barely registered the muffled pop when blood exploded from the top of Johnnie's head, cascaded out of his mouth and nostrils, painting the wasted flesh of his throat, fountaining into the water.
...
Johnnie had asked them to say a prayer, but Luke had none at his disposal. He planted the sole of his boot against Johnnie's hip and rolled him over the side of the barge. Johnnie's body made a small splash from which grew a pattern of concentric ripples. His blood traced bright threads through the oily dark water.
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That sounded like Demi complimenting you.
I wonder what that means....