And yet still I worried. I like being a person. I wanted to keep at it. Worry is yet another side effect of dying.

I want to see you again tonight. But I'm willing to wait all night and much of tomorrow.

Eternity bids thee to forget.

but there was nothing I could do to dim the supernovae exploding inside my brain, an endless chain of intra cranial firecrackers

Because no one can catch the motherfucking fox.

Once you think a thought, it is extremely difficult to unthink it.

We're going to get gored to death by a feral fugging hog and your best strategy is to pretend it's a grizzly bear?