Album Rating: 4.5
Do you think about it? Do you lie awake at night, dark all around you, listening to the child breathing in the next room, and know that the child is already in the ground, already cold, do you know that his hands will grow to be like ice and will cease to move, and that you will hold his hand and you will mourn and cry but you will not be able to open those fingers, those fingers that held yours in that grip that is so strong, somehow, the grip of a child who has no fear, no ability to see life for what it is, for isn't fear born into us the very moment we understand? Doesn't the fear come in the very moment, the very moment you see life, you look around you, you notice the world outside, the world of foreign things, and the fear creeps into you when you realize that this shell around you offers no protection from even a needle, a rock, a broken piece of glass, in that very second of knowledge you become afraid, afraid for the rest of your life, and do you think about that child dead, dead, dead, a dead thing, your child is already a dead thing - and you are already a dead thing - for were you not once a child? And didn't you feel those same fears - those fears that child is feeling right now, coursing through his body, tensing every muscle, heart racing - didn't you feel it, too? - how it could happen at any time - every life is cut short - there is no such thing as a natural death - every death is murder - and you will be murdered just the same - always, and forever, these hands your throat - these elbows on your chest, pressing in, pushing down - this is LIFE - THIS IS LIFE - this is what we are - and there is nothing that is not this, nothing different, no place that is safe - no age free of death - and you are dead - so how can you feel love at all - you are loving a corpse - you are kissing your mother's dead forehead - you are holding your father's dead hand - you are laughing with a corpse - you are holding your dead son, nursing a cold mass of dead flesh - and if this is so - why do you not have the courage and the heart and the truth inside you - to take this knife - to hold it to your throat - to overcome the whims of life - to defeat life - because death is truth - and truth is death - and we move towards that which is true - and move to death - shuffle to it - but you have the courage to run towards it - to welcome it - to not live in fear of it - to not live in dread of it - always pretending, always lying - saying you don't see it, that it is not there - that these people are alive - that you are alive - when all you are is dead and a liar - the same as everyone else - why don't you tell the truth?
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I dont want to go into detail about it beacause it´s pretty private stuff , but i will say that brad assumed the role of the girls in terms of where you put things.I think thats PRETTY important to tell you.when they were finished , brad started crying , no matter what patrick did, brad kept crying.
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