I'm Not Lying To Myself Like Most

This Is Not A Trial. This Is A Lynching. There Is No Law.

She Made The Decision That Her Existence Had Lost Its Meaning. And You Cannot Judge That.

Rotten Travesty. Yeah. Send Me To Jail For Contempt. Try That. Go Ahead.

Well, Let's Take What People Think Is A Dignified Death. Christ - Was That A Dignified Death? Do You Think It's Dignified To Hang From Wood With Nails Through Your Hands And Feet Bleeding, Hang For Three Or Four Days Slowly Dying, With People Jabbing Spears Into Your Side, And People Jeering You? Do You Think That's Dignified? Not By A Long Shot. Had Christ Died In My Van With People Around Him Who Loved Him, The Way It Was, It Would Be Far More Dignified. In My Rusty Van.

It's The Boredom That Kills You. You Read Until You're Tired Of That. You Do Crossword Puzzles Until You're Tired Of That. This Is Torture. This Is Mental Torture.