viii. THE LATE HECTOR KIPLING

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viii. THE LATE HECTOR KIPLING

written: march 22 two thousand 16
posted:
july 7 two thousand 16

EDIT: I never posted this because I wasn't sure about it. But I've decided to post it now because I like when my writing has anger in it. This one has a fuck-ton of anger. So here you are. 

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          Dear Hector Kipling,

          the self-absorbed hector kipling; hector "why am i not crying?" kipling;
          the late hector kipling. [you're not actually dead. you just wish you
          were.] [i would too if i fucked my life up as bad as you did, yours.]

          first thing's first: what the actual fuck. 

          you're an idiot. you are a complete and utter fool. 

          lenny is right, you only care about yourself. it doesn't matter how many
          times you apologize for it. you're a selfish bastard. who cares about
          eleni? who cares about kirk? who cares about your father? who cares
          about your mum? who cares? who fucking cares?

          i think i might care about them more than you do. i'm an outsider. i'm
          watching your life play out on these pages. these three hundred and
          fifty-something pages. a stranger. i had to sit through those three
          hundred and fifty-something pages and watch you fuck up your life.
          fuck. what the fuck. how the fuck. i'm so mad at you. 


          you cried wolf! "oh, i'm so hard done by, i've never experienced the
          death of a loved one!"

         well, hector, old friend, you jinxed it. at least three people you know
         and love start dying and you can't handle it. what the fuck did you
         expect? 

          fucking artists. fucking painters. fuck you guys. you wanted the pain
          for your art and you couldn't handle it. you couldn't even turn it into
          something beautiful. you just fucked everything up. all of it. every 
          last bit of your life; fucked sideways.



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          THE LATE HECTOR KIPLING, a letter to the character Hector Kipling
          from the book by David Thewlis.

          He's a fucking idiot but a great character. Fuck him. 


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