His gravestone reads: "Don't Try".

I am really bored. I got up at 9 today, unlike most other days and weekends. But, like those weekends, I sat, and I thought. I dreamed. I didn't dream about a large variety of things, just different parts of the same basic idea. The same idea as always, it never gets old.It just gets better and better. As they get better, real life gets worse. It would be great to live in the dream world. It's the only Utopia that exists. This is, of course, because it only involves you, and your dreams, your desires and your fantasies, no one else. Everyone wants something else. Some want the person that you want. But you can't share this person, no. They're yours and only yours. Be it in real life or just in this dream. In someone else's dream, they're theirs. Sure reality would eventually fall apart, but that part is obvious and just cliche and I would hate to torture someone with reading it, so that is not the focus. It's that if you dream too much, you come to expect that from reality. Eventually the real world becomes so dismal and unsatisfying compared to your dreams, that you just can't take it anymore. Personally, I would like to just go insane and have hallucinations of people. or person. Just seeing them, even if they aren't real, would be good enough. If you become so tired of real life, you may try to sleep forever. Being put in a coma could be an option for this. or suicide. A poem by Charles Bukowski says "Some suicides are never recorded." Lettuce pickers in an unknown country, the factory workers slowly choking to death on the fumes they work in are mentioned. These are the people that suffer, they can take it without going mad or disappearing. Everyone has dreams and hopes. If these people seem to have shitty lives, then what gives us reason to complain just as much about something much less? We're used to what we have, what we have isn't going to be what we want all the time, these people are used to what they have, we aren't used to what they have. But maybe they aren't used to what they have, maybe their hopes and dreams are much higher, those are the insanities and suicides that aren't recorded.
suicide and love songs. great.