especially someone you love. i mean i think that's what you're saying.
and uh i mean the first time i died was pretty shitty, but guess it always is. coming back was surreal but i'm glad i'm here again. glad every time they bring me back. still look like me, sound like me, everything me. long as it's me inside this new shiny copy of my body really can't complain much.
shit i can complain. would be nice if they got rid of the scars i've got. chicks dig that shit but i mean come on i can always get new ones. make me a clean new canvas to fuck up.
[aka it's weird, but he'd rather not stay dead than think too hard about getting his soul stuffed into a cloned body.]
we talked about it, didn't we? i had an argument with him the last time i saw him. it's funny to think those are the last memories that we have. if we knew that they would be, would we be kinder?
no matter how many scars that you have, you will always be quite handsome to me. i suppose i should try to cease obsessing about my identity. about who i am and if i am just made up of memories of someone else, but rather who i know myself to be. like you know yourself to be.
you always sound so sure and so right all the time. it's easy to talk to you and feel comforted.
yeah i always wonder that about someone i lost too. if i could have just done what they asked instead of not. and i think that maybe yeah if you knew in advance that they were gonna die at a set moment you'd try to be good to them up until that time. i guess. or we like to think that.
hard to say unless you can actually experience that.
hah thanks yaha. i know i'm pretty darn handsome with or without, but it's starting to get a little ridiculous. i've forgotten how i got half of them. probably from running away from people wanting to kill me.
hey i'm glad it helps, glad i can help too. talking can sometimes be easier than just getting lost in your thoughts, especially with the loss so fresh.
i suppose that we would like to think that. or think that we'd kill them so that we'd at least have their last moments by our hands.
you are very welcome. well, that is the trouble with this place, with any place. we gather so many scars and forget who inflicted them upon our bodies and our souls. perhaps, it is better that we do not know who hurt us but rather that we continue to survive and continue to look pleasing to the eye of those that are willing to look at us.
you're a good friend, and i hope that i hope to always like you just as i like you now.
That person, again? You have done it before, then?
I think that you are very cool. That is how one uses that phrase, is it not? Even if it is dumb luck, it is better than no luck. And I would be happy to eviscerate anyone who should attempt to hurt you, Peter.
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they keep tumbling out of my hands
and with each tumble
the blood pours more
i can't hold the pieces anymore in my hands
so i thought i would talk to someone who could
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this sounds pretty serious. either you killed someone or you're having a mental breakdown.
[He can't really decipher which it is. Maybe both.]
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might be the second
i don't deal well with loss
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what'd you lose? talk to me man.
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the knight has been taken from me and i miss him as anyone would miss a part that has grown upon them turning into some disease of their body and mind
and i still do not know what to make of the idea of being a clone
do you?
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especially someone you love. i mean i think that's what you're saying.
and uh i mean the first time i died was pretty shitty, but guess it always is. coming back was surreal but i'm glad i'm here again. glad every time they bring me back. still look like me, sound like me, everything me. long as it's me inside this new shiny copy of my body really can't complain much.
shit i can complain. would be nice if they got rid of the scars i've got. chicks dig that shit but i mean come on i can always get new ones. make me a clean new canvas to fuck up.
[aka it's weird, but he'd rather not stay dead than think too hard about getting his soul stuffed into a cloned body.]
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we talked about it, didn't we? i had an argument with him the last time i saw him. it's funny to think those are the last memories that we have. if we knew that they would be, would we be kinder?
no matter how many scars that you have, you will always be quite handsome to me. i suppose i should try to cease obsessing about my identity. about who i am and if i am just made up of memories of someone else, but rather who i know myself to be. like you know yourself to be.
you always sound so sure and so right all the time. it's easy to talk to you and feel comforted.
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hard to say unless you can actually experience that.
hah thanks yaha. i know i'm pretty darn handsome with or without, but it's starting to get a little ridiculous. i've forgotten how i got half of them. probably from running away from people wanting to kill me.
hey i'm glad it helps, glad i can help too. talking can sometimes be easier than just getting lost in your thoughts, especially with the loss so fresh.
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you are very welcome. well, that is the trouble with this place, with any place. we gather so many scars and forget who inflicted them upon our bodies and our souls. perhaps, it is better that we do not know who hurt us but rather that we continue to survive and continue to look pleasing to the eye of those that are willing to look at us.
you're a good friend, and i hope that i hope to always like you just as i like you now.
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surviving is what i've gotten pretty good at. kinda. sometimes i think it's just dumb luck, but i like to think i'm just that awesome.
here's hoping! hope so too, nice to have people to talk to here. nice to have someone who'll listen when you need it.
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I think that you are very cool. That is how one uses that phrase, is it not? Even if it is dumb luck, it is better than no luck. And I would be happy to eviscerate anyone who should attempt to hurt you, Peter.
It is nice, I agree.