This is your life and its ending one moment at a time.

I try to get centered: Watching white moon face The stars never feel anger Blah, blah, blah, the end

You have a choice. Live or die. Every breath is a choice. Every minute is a choice. To be or not to be.

Give me lust, baby. Flash. Give me malice. Flash. Give me detached existentialist ennui. Flash. Give me rampant intellectualism as a coping mechanism. Flash.

There's a terrible dark joy when the only person who knows all your secrets is finally dead.

We're the culture that cried wolf.

This is passive-aggression in action.