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Unvarnished Language, Unvarnished Truth

Monday, July 20, 2009



Did you ever stop
to figure that
there's all kinds
of ways of dying,
but only one way
of being dead?

Jim Thompson
The Killer Inside Me
1952
Posted by David Rachels at 3:00 AM

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