"i havent thought of killing myself in 4 months" newt confessed with a disinterested tone. Margot turned from looking out the bay windows in Mr. Weatherborne's study.

"Newt, frankly i dont give a damn. You've become a self-invented complex shit storm of tangled sentiments and blood thirsty veins always jumping off cliffs with passing feelings." margot said.

"the only reason you say that is because you dont want to take the time to delve into things any deeper than the face value. am i right?" replied newt

"ignorance is bliss. we're all dead anyway newt, why not tempt it?" margot recanted.

"bliss is ignorance. its that hell that swells inside that wont stay down. dont patronize me. you think im just as well?"

"no, you havent killed whats inside you cant kill it, it swallows all the light. get drunk, get fucked, shoot up, living inbetween shaking hands thats why the heroin and pot pacify.


"at least i have come to grips with my own mortality"