Infinite Jest

Month

September 2011

42 posts

two hundred and four.

I know I said I loved you but I’m thinking I was wrong.

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I made you leave her for me and now I’m feeling pretty mean but my mind has fucked me over more times that any man could ever know.

Sep 30, 2011
two hundred and three.

Cut out all the ropes and let me fall.

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Come on skinny love what happened here?

Sep 30, 2011
two hundred and two.

What would I do to see you, smiling at me.

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Is all my dreaming at an end? Or do you still wait for me dream giver, Just around the river bend.

Sep 29, 2011
two hundred and one.

I’ll always be your first love, you’ll always be my first love.

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I’m sorry to whichever man should meet my sorry state.

Sep 29, 2011
two hundred.

Is this what you want? ‘Cause everybody acts without a clue. Every little kiss and grin you gave was just a little bullshit I saw through.

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You made a little spark to live inside, it’s now a fucking fire out of control.

Sep 28, 2011
one hundred and ninety nine.

Everything’s so blurry and everyone’s so fake.

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There’s oceans in-between us but that’s not very far.

Sep 27, 2011
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Sep 27, 2011
one hundred and ninety eight.

It’s a long way down.

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But I’m closer to the clouds up here.

Sep 26, 2011
one hundred and ninety seven.

Do you have to make me feel like there’s nothing left of me?

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You can take everything I have, you can break everything I am. Like I’m made of glass.

Sep 25, 2011
one hundred and ninety six.

People love to drink their troubles away. Sometimes I feel that I’d be better off that way ‘cause maybe then I could sleep at night.

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My nerves will be the death of me, I know.

Sep 25, 2011
one hundred and ninety five.

Hear my words that I might teach you. Take my arms that I might reach out to you.

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The sign flashed its warning, and the words that it was forming.

Sep 24, 2011
one hundred and ninety four.

Throw me to the the wolves because there’s order in the pack.

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Throw me to the sky because I know I’m coming back.

Sep 24, 2011
one hundred and ninety three.

Sometimes it lasts in love.

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But sometimes it hurts instead.

Sep 23, 2011
one hundred and ninety two.

Last words of famous writers:

Alfred Jarry

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Edgar Allan Poe

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H.G. Wells

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James Joyce

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Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

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Leo Tolstoy

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Mark Twain

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Washington Irving

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Thomas Hobbes

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W.C. Fields

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Anton Chekhov

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Jane Austen

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Hans Christian Andersen

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J.M. Barrie

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Dylan Thomas

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Hunter S. Thompson

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L. Frank Baum

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Ernest Hemingway

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Sep 22, 2011
one hundred and ninety one.

I fell down again but I can’t complain. Another false step could drive me insane.

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I wrote it down, a list a month ago. 16 chapters of one thing you’ve blown.

Sep 22, 2011
one hundred and ninety.

Don’t go, don’t go. I just got a chance to know you.

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Don’t go, don’t go. There’s still so much more I could show you.

Sep 21, 2011
one hundred and eighty nine.

I would do anything for another minute with you ‘cause it’s not getting easier.

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Tomorrow is a promise to no-one.

I hope that you’re folding stars.

Sep 21, 2011
one hundred and eighty eight.

Hello darkness, my old friend, I’ve come to talk with you again.

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Because a vision softly creeping, left its seeds while I was sleeping.

Sep 20, 2011
one hundred and eighty seven.

Don’t lose hope when you’re forlorn.

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Just keep your eyes upon the skies.

Sep 20, 2011
one hundred and eighty six.

Porcelain, are you wasting away in your skin? Are you missing the love of your kin?

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Someone said that you’re fading too soon. Nodding and melting and fading away.

Sep 19, 2011
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