am i dead? yeah may be i'm not. because the things i feel..... i don't think the dead can ever do so. n' do i have the right to say so.. when i claim i'm not? n' no i shall not write remember in a postcard... but i shall write refrain. just a word. a lot of people do not use it. some of them do. still not a lot of them do not know how to mean it. i guess it's worth writin' it down.
- D'yer Mak'er
- “...drifting to the streets of no destination was my eternal passtime... n' then comes the moment of gettin' caught in the swamps of memory... followed by hurried motion of arms n' legs. suffocatin' in the depths of past again n' again. all of these had a custom of layin' myself down in the tracks of reality.. n' then' would come the train of life... tearin' n' shatterin' every part of me. to still carry myself all torn n' withered n' broken was undoubtedly the worst part.”
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