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if he says he's got beef

That I'm a vegetarian and I ain't fucking scared of him

I hate the headlines and the weather

I'm 23 and I'm not on fire

Let's dance and then take off our clothes

Am I lost enough?

Have another drink, get lost in us

He’s started drafting them on his phone in idle moments, while waiting for his clothes in a launderette, or lying in the hostel at night when he can’t sleep for the heat. He reads over these drafts repeatedly, reviewing all the elements of prose, moving clauses around to make the sentence fit together correctly. Time softens out while he types, feeling slow and dilated while actually passing very rapidly, and more than once he’s looked up to find the hours have gone by. He couldn’t explain aloud what he finds so absorbing about his emails to Marianne, but he doesn’t feel that it’s trivial. The experience of writing them feels like an expression of a broader and more fundamental principle, something in his identity or something even more abstract, to do with life itself.

elsewhere

They continued eating then, as if they were acting out an argument in which both sides were equally compelling, and they had chosen their positions more or less at random, only in order to have the discussion out.

There's no excuses, my friend

Let's push things forward

Yes yes oh yay

I want someone to tell me what to wear in the morning. I want someone to tell me what to wear every morning. I want someone to tell me what to eat. What to like, what to hate, what to rage about, what to listen to, what band to like, what to buy tickets for, what to joke about, what not to joke about. I want someone to tell me what to believe in, who to vote for, who to love and how to tell them.

I just think I want someone to tell me how to live my life, Father, because so far I think I’ve been getting it wrong, and I know that’s why people want people like you in their lives, because you just tell them how to do it. You just tell them what to do and what they’ll get out at the end of it.

why would I want eternal life anyway?

and even though I don’t believe your bullshit, and I know that scientifically nothing I do makes any difference in the end anyway, I’m still scared. Why am I still scared?

If you call it lonely to be so alone Nobody calling and nobody home then I'm lonely That's just what I am

If you think it's creepy to lay on the ground Lay there and lay there and lay there and wait to be found then I'm creepy That's just what I am

If you think it's charming to squint at the world moody and selfish dreaming of a girl then I'm charming That's just what I am

How do I say in your way to make you feel it like I do

I

don't
put

any

effort

into

making

plans

for Friday night,

then I get sad when it comes and I have nothing made.

I just don't remember The feeling's escaped me I just need a reminder

The thrill of affection I went looking for it Could have been anyone's kiss Throwing my arms at no one

I do myself a disservice To feel this weak To be this nervous