"Jack...everyone is acting like I'm crazy. And I'm not crazy. And I need you to listen to me. I need you to listen to me."
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"I love you, let's go. Okay?"
It's the most interesting thing; those men. All of them. They're there because of a deficit. And yet, they're hailed as the Victory Project's special, special men. Whatever they're doing is special. Of course they're special, special men. And this is what I meant by a deficit. Because…
You know, as I was watching, I was thinking, wow, that's a really bad movie. But the more I think about it the more I like it. Funny, that. The whole Susan arc with the other guy--what...what was that for? I digress. I digress. Brownie points for it being able to be fond to me now, though.
"And when I'm looking at the night sky (like this), boundaries between life and death become utterly meaningless, you know?"
Most of my life, I've lived without the pressure of death on my back. Last year, I craved it. This year, I repel. Life is just waiting for death--but it gets me scared these days. Stressed out about life after death or the lack thereof. But I want to go to that place; the place where all the opposites look…
December twenty-ninth, twenty twenty-three. We moved here, to a shitty motel. My mother had booked an Airbnb, see, and we thought we'd get a great place. Turns out, places that don't need references and such are also dens for other activity.
There we were: children of the sun, in the middle of winter somehow. God, the coldest we'd been in was 15°.
Anyway.
We reach, and the situation was worse than what is displayed in 기새추. So when I say…
