"I have nothing to say of my working life. Only that a tie is a noose, and inverted though it is, will hang a man nonetheless if he is not careful." -Yann Martel
-lights out- fall, hands a-clasped, into instantaneous ecstasy like a shot of heroin or morphine, the gland inside of my brain discharging the good glad fluid (Holy Fluid) as I hap-down and hold all my body parts down to a deadstop trance-Healing all my sicknesses-erasing all-not even the shred of a "I-hope-you" or a Loony Balloon left in it, but the mind blank, serene, thoughtless. When a thought comes a-springing from afar with its held- forth figure of image, you spoof it out, you spuff it off, you fake it, and it fades, and thought never comes-and with joy you realize for the first time "thinking's just like not thinking- So I don't have to think any more"
Hello, my name is Ben, and I have a book addiction. I play guitar in between chapters in attempt to ration out the lifespan of each novel. I love to cook just as much as I like to eat. I'm learning to speak German, and I have dreams of becoming homeless.
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