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[destijlgarcon]

Laying on the bathroom floor
Kitty licks my cheek once more
And I....
I could try
But waking up is harder when you wanna die

Walter’s on the telephone
Tell him I am not at home
‘cause I...
Think I...
Am going to a place where I’m always high

My name is Elizabeth
My life is shit and piss

The Eels - Elizabeth Lying On The Bathroom Floor

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[destijlgarcon]

Now I'm contemplating the fixation with suicide (as spurred by the song). Ah yes... as you know, it's a little game of mine, whether played out through books or actions or words. However, which do you take seriously? Is it human to crave your own demise or simply fashionable to pretend to? Sometimes I wish to be cheapened for the sake of commercialism, but sometimes the more I cut away, the more I bleed in the wrong direction (not in the literal tense). Sure, Lady Lazarus really did die in the end, but is the world turned into 'victim of society' mode or the fact that death is fucking death? It's terrifying - death, that is... but why, oh why does it stare up so from the platter? Honestly. It'd scare me if America's prescription was my cup of tea... but is a good dose of reality what we really need, or is that too drastic?