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“We want something haphazard.”

“I don’t see what’s wrong with the first plan.”

“The first plan is too stylized. Design is inherent in it through and through.”

“But design is preferable to chance.”

Henry smoothed the crumpled map against the table with the flat of his palm. “There, you’re wrong,” he said. “If we attempt to order events too meticulously, to arrive at point X via a logical trail, it follows that the logical trail can be picked up at point X and followed back to us. Reason is always apparent to a discerning eye. But luck? It’s invisible, erratic, angelic. What could possibly be better, from our point of view, than allowing Bunny to choose the circumstances of his own death?”

     “took a lonely feeling      just to let the meaning      sink like the sun goes down      never close to heaven      felt my feet were burning from the same red hot ground             there's blood on my hands             yeah, there's blood.”                                                                   [royal blood - blood on my hands]

baby loveless failures.

              love is love.

I’m going to make a movie about you. Do you wanna know what it’s called? The boy who couldn’t hold his breath under water.

                                        high for this.

a bit of a pain https://archiveofourown.org/works/16356233#work_endnotes and for russhian-speaking guys:  https://ficbook.net/readfic/7472887