I eventually read Miller to discover how he survived the daggers of the street and the stabbing cold.
You should get yourself to a Greek island. You will be taken care of there.
You now I have travelled all over and have left every place.
Why not stay somewhere?
It is a form of entertainment.
Sounds more like panic to me.
How's that?
Death now comes quickly and silently from above.
Are you talking about the drones? Cause thinking about them keeps me awake at night.
You ought to read Pynchon.
I did flip through something of his with rockets. But in the end I was still twisting my neck and grinding down my molars.
It worked for me. I stopped biting my nails.
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