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People love to believe in danger, as long as it’s you in harm’s way, and them saying bless your heart.
A kid is a terrible thing to be, in charge of nothing.
A city is the weirdest, loneliest thing.
like he’s a professor of whatever the hell.
Saying that word back at people proves they can’t ever be us, or get us, and we are untouchable by their shit.
It hit me pretty hard, how there’s no kind of sad in this world that will stop it turning. People will keep on wanting what they want, and you’re on your own.
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Their neighbors got interviewed and said what neighbors always say on TV after a shocking crime, about the victim or murderer either one: totally unexpected, you never saw a nicer person. In other words, they’re paying zero attention to their neighbors.
Never be mean in anything. Never be false. Never be cruel. I can always be hopeful of you.
Mr. Peg called them galoshes, a word Maggot and I used as a stand-in cussword. You galosher, I will so galosh you.
If you’ve not known the dragon we were chasing, words may not help. People talk of getting high, this blast you get, not so much what you feel as what you don’t: the sadness and dread in your gut, all the people that have judged you useless. The pain of an exploded leg. This tether that’s meant to attach you to something all your life, be it home or parents or safety, has been flailing around unfastened all this time, tearing at your brain’s roots, whipping around so hard it might take out an eye. All at once, that tether goes still on the floor, and you’re at rest.
