【无人视频在线观看完整版高清】 -Increasing thoughts about death just seemed to come over me. -Um, these, uh... -A preoccupation with my own mortality. -These... feelings of futility in relation to my work. -I mean, just what am I striving to create anyway? -I mean, to what end? For what purpose, what goal? -I mean...Do I really care if a handful of my poems are read after I'm gone?Is that supposed to be some sort of compensation?
You gotta be living—smoking pots, drinking beers, sabotaging everything nearby, throwing parties, fucking around, driving aimlessly, playing billiards, follow your heart—L I V I N G