Requiem for a Dream

by Hubert Selby Jr.

and you got to remember baby, beautys only skin deep, but uglys to the bone,

so she stood with it unzipped in front of her mirror, liking what she saw as she looked through eyes of many yesterdays at herself in the gorgeous red dress and gold shoes she wore when her Harry was bar mitzvahed … Seymour was alive then … and not even sick … and her boobala looked so nice in his—Ah, thats gone. No more.

If the lights prevented you from seeing the heavens, then perform a little magic and change reality to fit the need. The street lights were now planets and stars and moon.

He could feel all the loose pieces starting to fall into place.

they held each other and kissed and pushed each others darkness into the corner, believing in each others light, each others dream.

She sipped the water, thinking thin.

Sara had to go to the store. For days she had to go, but couldnt move. Couldnt get out of the house. She didnt get the sun. If there was a sun. Maybe its cloudy outside too. Inside its like night. Maybe worse. Night, you put on the light and its cheerful. Now its gray. Gray. She had to get to the store. For days she had to go.

The enemy ate away at their will so they could not resist, their bodies not only craving, but needing the very poison that ground them into that pitiable state of being; the mind diseased and crippled by the enemy it was obsessed with and the obsession and terrible physical need corrupting the soul until the actions were less than those of an animal, less than those of a wounded animal, less than those of anything and everything they did not want to be.