but now I’m saving all my loving for someone who’s loving me.

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theweekmagazine:

Convicted mass murderer Charles Manson is coming up for parole tomorrow, for the 12th time. He is now 77 years old, and prosecutors say he remains a danger to others. Here, a look back at Manson’s life in photos

(via wnyc)

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you know nothing of insomnia.

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beware the fury of a patient man.

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the reaper.

I only drive with my windows down. no music. no sound. save for the roaring engine. I forgot my shirt I guess. it was February. I blacked back in doing 65 through a neighborhood. it was my third day straight no sleep. I was alternating between sips of Red Bull and Bud Light from cans I kept in the cupholders of my  center console. I finished another can, crushed it, and threw it in the back, unaware of which piss-colored fizz I was consuming. it clattered into the pile I had accumulated in the back.

I saw the reaper in the windows of every house that flew by. he was always grinning at me. at his new prodigy. I lost my shoes a while back somewhere among the countless Hostess cupcake wrappers that littered the floor under the steering wheel. my horn went out a while ago. I like to hold it down sometimes when I know that everyone is sleeping. it heals some of my wounds to know that after I did that others were awake too. I needed more gas. I pulled a leather wallet out of the box I kept in the passenger seat. John Carpenter would be filling up my tank today.

I zipped through a red light narrowly avoiding a family of five in a white minivan. there was a puppy in there too, I think. once I got far enough away, I pulled into a Phillips 66 off a highway and put a credit card in the pump. I bent it then plied it in half and threw it away once the numbers started going up.

I went inside and I grabbed another pack of cigarettes and a lighter, and I started smoking before I even got out of the store. I came back out and my tank was full. I pulled out the nozzle, gave it a semi-contemplative glance, then I turned it on and locked it, and put it in the trash can. I drove away smoking two cigarettes, one in each hand.

it started to snow, and I smiled.

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hazy sleepless nights.

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start small.

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so I stay busy day and night

I don’t have time to complain.

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it feels so empty

when you know what’s in the heads of everyone staring back at you.

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in stride.

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