My best friend passed away today...
I had seen signs, symptoms of his depression, loneliness and had had the long talks with him about life and the infinite wealth of knowledge we could attain. Looking back, all these tears were simply bullshit from dead ends of modern culture. I want to have the biggest. I want to have the best. I want to have everything. And I want to have it, now. Serve me with a fucking gold platter bitch, and don’t stop snortin’ ‘til you’re numb.
My best friend died today...
Sure we had the best times anyone could ever have wished for: staying up late trying to find the secrets of the world; laughing hysterically for no reason except just to laugh; coming up with ideas that only the children understand. Those long nights, were the highlights to my entire life. These nights siphoned everything good and worth living for into 9 hours of hysteria and ecstasy upon waves of rhyme and reason, suspicion and doubt, love and sin for what?
My best friend was killed today...
The disbelief of such an abrupt end to something so beautiful, cut short from a heinous act is beyond my comprehension of the situation. What I have managed to discover through gasps for air and tremors only experienced from the sickest patients is that he called out to me that one time that I didn’t answer; that one time he needed me the most to come bring him back to the ground. Instead, he’s 6 feet under in a closed casket.
I murdered my friend today...
And I could not care less. Of all the actions, signs of remorse, and time I dedicated to him that he threw into the bottom of a bottle for the satisfaction of equality and likeness of others sickened me. I put the fire in his mouth and blew his waste of existence away. Sure I got ahead from the ordeal, now richer than fiction. All I ask of you is can you return the favor and help me find the end?
The end of laughter and soft lies, the end of nights we tried to die. This is the end. – “The End” by The Doors
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