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jack crawford: ABEL GIDEON WAS INSTITUTIONALIZED AT THE BALTIMORE HOSPITAL FOR THE CRIMINALLY INSANE. HE IS ARMED AND EXTREMELY DANGEROUS. HE WILL KILL AGAIN.
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“Years ago a friend of mine had a dream about a strange invention; a staircase you could descend deep underground, in which you heard recordings of all the things anyone had ever said about you, both good and bad. The catch was, you had to pass through all the worst things people had said before you could get to the highest compliments at the very bottom. There is no way I would ever make it more than two and a half steps down such a staircase, but I understand its terrible logic: if we want the rewards of being loved we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known.”
— I Know What You Think of Me, Tim Kreider for the New York Times
Everyone wonders where we go after we die, but not as many people seem to wonder where we were before we were born.
We are all apart of the infinite universe 🌌
I rolled so hard,
I fell over backwards
To kiss your feet
I floated off into space
Where we'd be lost
So that our souls would meet
“To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life.”
— Pablo Neruda
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