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[bootme]

I found an English language newspaper today. In the obituaries, it said that William S. Burroughs had died a few days back

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[fletchfinchley]

You've done too well in school to leave now.

[fletchfinchley]

Acceptance or apathy?

[bootme]

'Withdrawal in disgust is not the same as apathy.'

[fletchfinchley]

You're a sad tomato.

[bootme]

And three miles of bad road, right?

[fletchfinchley]

I wouldn't go quite that far.

[bootme]

...I'd tell you to go to Hell, but right about now that would be about the same as asking you to come visit me.

[fletchfinchley]

I don't like eastern Europe.

[bootme]

You think I do?

[fletchfinchley]

Haven't we just gone through this?

Very well, I'll repeat.

You don't like it there and essentially you're in a Hell of your own devising because you enjoy being miserable.

I don't.

Goodbye, Terry.

[bootme]

Fuck you.

I'm completely serious here. Fuck. You. I'm in a hell of my own choosing? Maybe, but only because I spent a long time not listening to my own good advice and my own experience and I got bitten and you know I was right at the beginning and I'm right now but it doesn't fucking help.

Fuck you.

Completely. Utterly. What the fuck reason or right do you have to say anything about what I'm doing anymore? You've completely lost any right or responsibility to dictate my actions or speak about anything I'm doing you fucking bastard

I enjoy being miserable? Fuck you. I don't. No one does. I just can't stop because every time something goes well for me it goes straight to Hell.

I spend just about every moment of my life wishing it was 3 months previous.

And do you know how much of all of this is your fault, you fucking bastard? Because you promised me it would be different and you promised me you wouldn't hurt me or you wouldn't leave and I fucking believed you. You fucking bastard