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I can't say I'm the type of guy to say "LIFE IS GOOD" or "LIFE IS AWFUL". You go one way or the other; either you're the cheerful, optimistic hero-type, or you're the angry, emo anti-hero. Can't say I'm either one for sure. Hell, I'm not much for definitions, just going my own way.
It's not bad, it's not good. Why the hell do I need to think about it any further than that?
I don't.
I can say what's not so fun, though.
I know, as usual, I'm late in saying this, Holly.
But I really did love your soul. Maybe I'm just a bud, you were a real blossom.
I dunno what the fuck I'm gonna do with your shovel, though. Guess I'll hang it on the wall.
Just you and me now, Jeane.
Yes, I mean the cat. Ffff.
And remember, Discedo:
Write your letters to Santa Claus, or I will fucking kill you.