I'm dying,

I don't feel bad anymore. What has society done for me, except leave me with the fucking bill?

So, I guess I'm sterile now. I don't come with the mess anymore-just a dry pelvic heave. At least I can still come. Jesus. I guess I can always adopt, if I want a junior so badly later on.

I dunno. I feel like this is all being handled in a less than stellar fashion.

I've never been so impressed with a film. It is really one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. And I've never been so easily moved to tears by a film before, God spare me. Just thinking about it makes me want to fucking cry. Now, it's the strongest reminder for me of what it is to love, and to be loved.

It'll be Oh-KAY. Oh-KAY?

Fucking cancer, huh?

I think, by the time dividends roll around, I'd like to leave again.

In life, Right-
Ostensibly, by God-
Then, in Death
A crisp worm Husk
on the bed did Nod-
by Hell's pink Touch upon the Forehead-
and by the Devil, Left.

Cause the GOOD LOAD knows, I squander every LOAD DAMNED THANG what's good fr me, and to me.

FIND YR LOVES. KEEP YR LOVES. NEVERMIND DICKS, VAGINAS, NAYSAYERS.

Fucking NAYSAYERS, especially, you pieces of shit.