He ran, he thought. About escape, about confusion. He sliced his wrists twice but to no avail. He's still here, running, escaping, fatigued yet determined. He booked many flights to anywhere, yet it did nothing for him; unsatisfied and bored. He's going out tonight, again. Cause that's where it's at. TRULY where it's at. He thought of all the serial killers he read and studied about over the years on many a listless night. Just thinking, no action. About how he could be one of them. Could he? He will find out tonight...
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"He who can, does. He who cannot, teaches."
"Being is substance and life; life manifests by movement; movement is perpetuated by equilibrium; equilibrium is therefore the law of immortality.
"The doctrine of equality!... But there exists no more poisonous poison: for it seems to be preached by justice itself, while it is the end of justice.... "Equality for equals, inequality for unequals" that would be the true voice of justice: and, what follows from it, "Never make equal what is unequal."
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