Killing Yourself to Live: 85% of a True Story

society glamorizes dying in order to perpetuate the hope that death validates life?

We all have the potential to fall in love a thousand times in our lifetime. It’s easy. The first girl I ever loved was someone I knew in sixth grade. Her name was Missy; we talked about horses. The last girl I love will be someone I haven’t even met yet, probably.

Within the context of Heathers, suicide gave the dead qualities they never possessed in life. This is not a shocking revelation; suicide made Judas sympathetic, Sylvia Plath irrefutable, and Marilyn Monroe unfortunate. However, Cobain’s suicide was of the postmodern variety; his death changed the history of the living. Suicide gave sorority girls d

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I love KISS because the world makes sense when I think about them. Art and love are the same thing: It’s the process of seeing yourself in things that are not you. It’s understanding the unreasonable. And although the theory I am proposing is completely unreasonable, it is something I completely understand.

popular rock band of all time, and they’re popular in a way the Beatles and Stones cannot possibly compete with; this is because every straight man born after the year 1958 has at least one transitory period in his life when he believes Led Zeppelin is the only good band that ever existed. And there is no other rock group that generates that experi

Edgar Winter—almost without question—is the most successful albino “keytar” enthusiast of the late 20th century. He had a lot to be happy about. “Slow Ride” opens

Clear Lake, Iowa, is a town with a wonderfully expository name: it’s a little community next to a lake, and the water in that sumbitch is way clear.

was just shocked to discover how much of what used to be central to my existence doesn’t even matter to me anymore.