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“That’s always your excuse! You say you’re tired.”
“That’s ‘cause I always am.”
“And not just when it comes to this, you use it for multiple things!”
“Well, that’s ‘cause I’m always tired in multiple ways.”
— Bastian Espada
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She’s drinking wine,
He’s guzzling beers,
They are celebrating New Year’s,
By playing Pokemon with the kids.
— Bastian Espada
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“The sun will shine tomorrow, life will yet again be worth living. Please…”
“Oh, I don’t doubt for a second that you’re correct darling. In fact, that’s very much the reason I’m in a hurry to end it all today.”
— Bastian Espada
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Under a dark cloudy sky, a woman — dressed in a full chicken costume— places her wedding ring on top of a coffin.
The casket is lowered into the ground.
One last promise, fulfilled.
— Bastian Espada
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“During our last session we talked about how you don’t feel like life is worth living, but you also hate the idea of dying.” Satan grabbed his pink notepad and clicked his pen. “We agreed you’d try to do some physical exercise and meditation. Why don’t tell me how that went?”
“…”
“I see.” Satan placed his notepad back on the table and leaned in. “Let me ask you something Arthur, when was the last time you were free?”
“…”
— Bastian Espada
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“The sun sets, we ride!”
And so they did, for a while, then they stopped because they couldn’t see anything.
— Bastian Espada
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“For the twelve days of Christmas my lover gave to me a bunch of birds. Whole lotta’ em.”
“Really? How did that turn out?”
“I stepped on toucan shit this morning.”
— Bastian Espada
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“If a person looks up at the sky, and imagines a better world, a better way of being for all things, a less brutal condition of existence for all creation — is that person flipping the universe off? Or is it the other way around?”
“Well sonny, that’s kinda the problem with human imagination, ain’t it? It’s a little bit of both, it’s always a little bit of both.”
— Bastian Espada
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“Why wouldn’t you assent to this? That’s just ego!”
“Damn right it’s ego. And not just any ego, but MY ego —which is superior to ALL egos.”
— Bastian Espada
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“We’re sorry son, we couldn’t get you a new liver for Christmas. At least—” The man ran his hand through his boy’s hair. “ At least another kid will get a new heart.”
— Bastian Espada
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