a bash to the head with a barrowed brown brick would only stain an elegant carpeted floor;
not to mention decease its precious historic value.
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a dive from an over-passing bridge would halt the flow of evening commuters entering and leaving the city;
afterall, they can't be late for work,
they must all scramble to go to work…
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a frontal blast from a shiny duel-barrel would be an obvious intrusion of privacy during the late hours of the night;
for waking the sleeping neighbors wasn't exactly the main intention.
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but an unsightly thought of a wrist slit by the tip of a razor's edge would be,
a bit unsettling to say the least.
the sight of a vein exposed in a dimly lit room, draining its reddish contents in a constant rush is an event I shutter to think of.
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perhaps,
there lies the alternative,
in a glance looking out a glass window on a sunny afternoon…
some rest…
or some time to reflect and a good meal…
what i often ask myself is
should i kill myself or just eat???
i like to eat.
: ) take care, v.