The Sound Bloom

Detour

Ladies and Gentlemen! Take a detour!

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Disclaimer: This article contains sensitive material about suicide. “Myth of Sisyphus?” “No.” “Nor have I.” And silence enveloped them as they sat on the porch gazing at the clouded night sky. The laurel bushes weren’t like the way they were the night before. The streetlight shone down on it and it evinced a flowery grave, hastily put together for a knife with the pungent red liquid on it, now dried. The owner of the house is inside anxiously and nervously weeping in bereavement. He had popped 3 dispersible 1mg Clonazepam tablets, yet no sign of relief. “David Foster Wallace?” “A…
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