We human beings glimpse lofty ideals, catch ourselves betraying them, and sink to suicidal despair–despair from which only the love of our friends can save us, since friends see in us those nobler qualities we ourselves, out of long familiarity, have forgotten we possess. That, of course, is why the suicidal person is difficult around his friends.

People’re always buried facing west, so at the end of time when the Last Trumpet blows, all the dead people’ll claw their way up and walk due west to the throne of Jesus to be judged. . . . Suicides, mind, get buried facing north. They won’t be able to find Jesus ’cause dead people only walk in straight lines. . . . Isn’t no god better than one who does that to people?

NOTE TO SELF – BOOMERANG EFFECT

My words, thoughts and deeds have

a boomerang effect.

So be-careful what you send out!

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