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Richer Than A King, He Put A Bullet Through His Brain

"Le Suicidé" by Edouard Manet

“Le Suicidé” by Edouard Manet

By “Bob”

These words seem to strike a nerve among men:

Whenever Richard Cory went down town,

We people on the pavement looked at him 

He was a gentleman from sole to crown,

Clean favored, and imperially slim.…

And he was rich – yes, richer than a king –

And admirably schooled in every grace:

In fine, we thought that he was everything

To make us wish that we were in his place.

So on we worked, and waited for the light,

And went without the meat, and cursed the bread

And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,

Went home and put a bullet through his head. Read the rest of this entry

A Manly Pose is Just A Pose

By “Bob”

Mike Posner tells the truth.

Mike Posner tells the truth.

I’m living out in LA
I drive a sports car just to prove
I’m a real big baller’
Cause I made a million dollars
And I spend it on girls and shoes

But you don’t wanna be high like me
Never really knowing why like me
You don’t ever wanna step off that roller coaster
And be all alone

Those lyrics are from “I took a pill in Ibiza” by Mike Posner.

“I seem to have it all,” he says.  Read the rest of this entry

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