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With a gun stuck in your mouth and the barrel of the gun between your teeth, you can only talk in vowels.
the gun in my mouth, I’m wondering how clean this gun is.
This is when I’d cry because right now, your life comes down to nothing, and not even nothing, oblivion.
It’s easy to cry when you realize that everyone you love will reject you or die.
Everyone smiles with that invisible gun to their head.
A movie projectionist does a lot he’s not supposed to.
This is your life, and it’s ending one minute at a time.
A single frame in a movie is on the screen for one-sixtieth of a second. Divide a second into sixty equal parts.
one day you’re thinking and hauling yourself around, and the next, you’re cold fertilizer, worm buffet.
Then you’re trapped in your lovely nest, and the things you used to own, now they own you.
Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains.
"It’s only after you’ve lost everything,” Tyler says, "that you’re free to do anything.”
Nothing is static. Everything is falling apart.
"You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everyone else, and we are all part of the same compost pile.”
