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by Zoe Stephens Feb 20, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Today the television in his mind plays an off-greyish picture, the sound's muffled. Tomorrow the television in his mind will be blank, silent. Thursday they will find him pill bottle in one hand, whiskey bottle in the other. They call it misadventure, I call it Reality TV.