To me, it sounds like he wants to die. But it doesn't seem like he wants to kill himself, though doesn't look opposed to self-destruction. I think the reason why he feels this way is because either he's already dead or miserable to the point that he might as well be dead and doesn't bother commiting suicide.
I'm glad he doesn't want to die. I think he should drive over to the next Chicago street, turn off the lights, and let me jump in. I think a long evening drive to nowhere would do the trick. And I bet I could have him laughing and smiling mighty fast. He woudn't have to say a word. Heck, he couldn't look any worse than he did last year when he had crud around his eyes, his hair hadn't been washed in a few days, and he said he smelled like some foreign country. He was still perfect...
I'm glad he doesn't want to die. I think he should drive over to the next Chicago street, turn off the lights, and let me jump in. I think a long evening drive to nowhere would do the trick. And I bet I could have him laughing and smiling mighty fast. He woudn't have to say a word. Heck, he couldn't look any worse than he did last year when he had crud around his eyes, his hair hadn't been washed in a few days, and he said he smelled like some foreign country. He was still perfect...
To me, it sounds like he wants to die. But it doesn't seem like he wants to kill himself, though doesn't look opposed to self-destruction. I think the reason why he feels this way is because either he's already dead or miserable to the point that he might as well be dead and doesn't bother commiting suicide.
I'm glad he doesn't want to die. I think he should drive over to the next Chicago street, turn off the lights, and let me jump in. I think a long evening drive to nowhere would do the trick. And I bet I could have him laughing and smiling mighty fast. He woudn't have to say a word. Heck, he couldn't look any worse than he did last year when he had crud around his eyes, his hair hadn't been washed in a few days, and he said he smelled like some foreign country. He was still perfect...
I'm glad he doesn't want to die. I think he should drive over to the next Chicago street, turn off the lights, and let me jump in. I think a long evening drive to nowhere would do the trick. And I bet I could have him laughing and smiling mighty fast. He woudn't have to say a word. Heck, he couldn't look any worse than he did last year when he had crud around his eyes, his hair hadn't been washed in a few days, and he said he smelled like some foreign country. He was still perfect...