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What I don't know will kill you. There are things to learn after you know everything. How long does it take to drown someone? I don't know. I tried it but they brought him back. Why is choking someone always my first response? Because it's the express road to ending a relationship. In a closed environment (like mice in a cage), the Fibonacci sequence is a gross under-estimation. I like looking in your window. I can see you now. You wouldn't think it possible this high up. High used to be good. Now it's overrated. Am I responsible for my dreams? Because that's just not fair.

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  • What Was I Saying?
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  • What I don't know will kill you. There are things to learn after you know everything. How long does it take to drown someone? I don't know. I tried it but they brought him back. Why is choking someone always my first response? Because it's the express road to ending a relationship. In a closed environment (like mice in a cage), the Fibonacci sequence is a gross under-estimation. I like looking in your window. I can see you now. You wouldn't think it possible this high up. High used to be good. Now it's overrated. Am I responsible for my dreams? Because that's just not fair.
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  • What I don't know will kill you. There are things to learn after you know everything. How long does it take to drown someone? I don't know. I tried it but they brought him back. Why is choking someone always my first response? Because it's the express road to ending a relationship. In a closed environment (like mice in a cage), the Fibonacci sequence is a gross under-estimation. I like looking in your window. I can see you now. You wouldn't think it possible this high up. High used to be good. Now it's overrated. Why am I devising a plan? Like my friend, I gave up for Lent. They tell me I'm harmless but I hoisted my father up by the neck until he cried so silently. My neighbor IS myself, so who comes first? There is no time for a second opinion. Just take this pill and everything will be fine. What if the born-agains are right? It's too late now, and you wouldn't believe me anyway. How deep is my hatred of people? Only the ones I get close to. I don't hate others on principle, just on purpose, one at a time. It's an infantile response. Am I responsible for my dreams? Because that's just not fair. And there's no time for hate anyway. It's all swallowed up with grief. This is a way of recovering the soul. If you have to ask, then it's probably too late. What if I was the only one who had these thoughts? Would I still be human? Would I still be a man? Pay attention. Ask anyway. If I knew you, I'd be afraid like you. But I don't, or me either. At least I tried, didn't I? Besides, it's the thought that counts. What I don't know will kill you.
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