sell valuables to pay for the funeral
or
dump the corpse and make a profit
let's make a profit
sell his ideas piecemeal to keep his spirit alive
or
sell his ideas to keep your addiction alive
let's be junkies
but he's worthless.
wasn't he always worthless? otherwise, he wouldn't have
killed himself.
maybe he hated you more than himself
maybe he never had the eyes capable of seeing love
maybe he's just selfish
the suicide hotline dropped his call, after all
how's a demented ***** supposed to perceive that?
you can't take it with you:
he knew that.
i don't think he wanted any of it when he was alive because it was just superficial asphalt repair for the potholes in his soul.
the road had to stop somewhere.
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 4:19 PM UTC
sell valuables to pay for the funeral
or
dump the corpse and make a profit
let's make a profit
sell his ideas piecemeal to keep his spirit alive
or
sell his ideas to keep your addiction alive
let's be junkies
but he's worthless.
wasn't he always worthless? otherwise, he wouldn't have
killed himself.
maybe he hated you more than himself
maybe he never had the eyes capable of seeing love
maybe he's just selfish
the suicide hotline dropped his call, after all
how's a demented ***** supposed to perceive that?
you can't take it with you:
he knew that.
i don't think he wanted any of it when he was alive because it was just superficial asphalt repair for the potholes in his soul.
the road had to stop somewhere.
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