‘I’ve had a dream. And in that dream, the sky was horribly dark, but one could distinctly see tattered clouds, and between them fathomless black patches. Suddenly I noticed in one of these patches a star, and began watching it intently. That was because that star had given me an idea: I decided to kill myself that night.
It was as if that great rush of anger had washed me clean, emptied me of hope, and, gazing up at the dark sky spangled with its signs and stars, for the first time, the first, I laid my heart open to the benign indifference of the universe. To feel it so like myself, indeed, so brotherly, made me realize that I'd been happy, and that I was happy still. For all to be accomplished, for me to feel less lonely, all that remained to hope was that on the day of my execution there should be a huge crowd of spectators and that they should greet me with howls of execration. Sorrow compressed my heart, and I felt I would die, and then . . . Well, then I woke up.
But they won't understand that. No, they will not understand. Because I dreamed it. Yes, I dreamed a dream, my dream of the fifth of September. They tease me now, telling me it was only a dream. But does it matter whether it was a dream or reality, if the dream made known to me the truth? If once one has recognized the truth and seen it, you know that it is the truth and that there is no other and there cannot be, whether you are asleep or awake. Let it be a dream, so be it, but that real life of which you make so much I had meant to extinguish by suicide, and my dream, my dream — oh, it revealed to me a different life, renewed, grand and full of power!’

The Harpies with The Suicides

I've decided i'm a do it
But I need some tools 
If I'm really gonna go through with it
Copped like three AKs on Craigslist
That shits amazing
Spent the rest on some blow
And a night at the Days Inn

Yea I have some friends
And a bitch
And a car that my parents helped me buy
And a room that is mine
Where I sleep all the time
And a part-time job
Where I hardly ever cry

This ain’t nobodies fault
This ain’t nobodies fault
This ain’t nobodies fault
Life just took too long

Anthony didn’t make it to class
He's coming late and bringing Jinx
So you better be fast
You better beware
Cause he's right out there
He's creeping peeping into hell
And he's waiting for that noon bell

One, Two, Three
Left lying in the grass
Four, Five, Six
Shoulda seen me through the glass
Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve
Shoulda kept running 
Yea I popped em when they stopped to help 

(Pop, Pop)
From my background
(Pop, Pop)
Goes the
(Pop, Pop)
Pig
(Pop, Pop)
Sounds
(Pop, Pop)
They keep shooting
But I'm bleeding on the ground
Gotta laugh no cops dropped
My breath stops

Jinx - Nobodies Fault (Prod. TapDaddy Beats)

UNTAMED

FRIDAY NIGHT (feat. Kgthaphenom)

CRACKHEAD

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Call Your Bluff

a. morningstar

“You made me confess the fears that I have. But I will tell you also what I do not fear. I do not fear to be alone or to be spurned for another or to leave whatever I have to leave. And I am not afraid to make a mistake, even a great mistake, a lifelong mistake and perhaps as long as eternity too.”

A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

...throw roses into the abyss and say: 'here is my thanks to the monster who didn't succeed in swallowing me alive.'

The Harpies with The Suicides

Old Man's Library