going to meet the ghost-head for ricky lee jones

what kind of choice 

i think that was when i started to lose it in decatur when i pierced my forehead falling out of bed on my fossil horn plant, it could have been random, but i'll place it there, that's when i fell out of the world of men.

i was begging him to agree and now he's dead i beg people who care even less. the time effect.

our verisimilitudes had grown apart had we but known.