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Exerpt from one flew over the cuckoos nest by ken kesey
"There was a cold moon at the window, pouring light into the dorm likeskim milk. I sat up in bed, and my shadow fell across the body, seeming to cleave it in half between the hips and the shoulders, leaving only a black space. the swelling had gone down enough that the eyes were open; they stared into the full light of the moon, open and undreaming, glazed from being open so long without blinking until they were like smudged fuses in a fuse box. I moved to pick up the pillow, and the eyes fastened on the movement and followed me as I stood up and crossed the few feet between the beds.
The big, hard body had a tough grip on life. It fought a long time against having it taken away, flailing and thrashing around so much I finaly had to lie full length on top of it and scissor the kicking legs with mine while I mashed the pillow into the face. I lay there on top of that body for what seemed days. Until the thrashing stopped. Until it was still a while and had shuddered once and was still again. Then i rolled off. I lifted the pillow, and in the moonlight I saw the expression hadn't changed from the blank, dead-end look the least bit, even under suffocation. I took my thumbs and pushed the lids down and held them till they stayed. Then i lay back in my bed."
-death of R.P. McMurphy 'One Flew Over the Cukoo's Nest' Ken Kesey
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suicide king
Levi's not here right now.
Levi's gone.
Levi went away.
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Little field mice livin' under the house
never eatin' much
tough life for a mouse
and if you think your gonna be spared...
your wrong
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