Flatliners

Die to be a hero if you want, but don't die to be a celebrity.

With brain damage. Resembling in many ways a Cabbage Patch doll.

Halloween morning. Rotting pumpkins. Burning leaves. Black cats mating like rats in the alley. It was as... It were as if we felt no fear. As if we were already dead... and had nothing to lose by dying. Or perhaps it was because we lived life so well... and loved life so much... that we imagined ourselves immortal... overwhelming the powers that be with the force of our passion for science. Or maybe we were just fucked in the head.

Today is a good day to die.

Everything matters. Everything we do matters.

— I came back from the dead tonight.
— Doesn't surprise me. We had Elvis in here last night.

Horror? It's ignorance we fear. Since when did truth and knowledge become a horror?

Fame is inevitable.