Patrick Ewing's Snakers For Sale 33

accedi bribing fear this cold and desert
intermediate Where life has nothing to do with the death
Where I am all skin and no longer exist
Where I am all light and no longer
Where am I whole-heartedly and no longer
feel Ah! how I miss your kiss my love
for threading the thread of desire
In that needle stabbing death is
To drop my bones
shining on my sentences more
To return to have a broken body
To become a sick man As strange meat
this armor
happy that about my ghost
I proudly protects the wound
But that man longs to be marked by the sword

Snowboard Party Invitation

What was for you before a mysterious and exciting future is now behind you, lived, including disappointing. You realize you're not special. Have struggled for existence, and now, silently, you slip out of it. It is the experience we all do. Each one of us. The special, do not matter. Each is each one ..... It's time you understand this. Since people no longer loves you adore ... how to die, how they move, how you lose, how to lose your beauty, your youth, how the world forget you, how to recognize the transient you are, how you start losing your particulars, one by one, how you learn that no one watching, and never there was.

- fragment of Synecdoche New York (Charlie Kaufman)