Pain Murder Sucide Death.

"It is sad, but inevitable, that this idealized picture of prenatal life should be replaced by a more true-to-life one which leaves room for Pain"

"Death was a creation more dangerous than life"

"Death was everyone emptiness"

I had had a bad years this few years, and for a while it got very bad; I may as well admit that for the first time in my life I had come to understand there was suicide in me. (Murder I had known was there for a long time.) It was the worst of discoveries, this suicide. Murder, after all, has exhilaration within it. I do not mean it is a state of entertain; the tension which develops in your body makes you sicken over a period, and I had my fill of walking about with a chest full of hatred and a brain jammed to burst, but there is something manly about containing your rage, it is so difficult, it is like carrying a two hundred-pound safe up to a cast-iron hill. The exhilaration comes I suppose from possessing such strength. Besides, murder offers the promise of vast relief. It is never unsexual.

But there is little which is sexual about suicide. It is a lonely landscape with the pale light of a dream and something is calling to you, a voice on the wind. Certain nights I would go leaden with dread because I hear the chamber music tuning up, tuning up and near the pitch. (Yes, murder sounds like a symphony in your head, and suicide is a pure quartet.) That's I realize why some of my friends could not bear to be alone at night.

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It may sound too deep. But enjoy.

By:
PiPi The Cracker

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