Travis Bickle — Characters

Cracked eggshell with jagged black and rust-colored metal shards protruding from its break and scattered below — Original artwork

An idea has been growing in my head for some time now: true force. All the king's men cannot put it back together again.

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I got some bad ideas in my head.

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A tiny pale city of towers dissolves into white foam around a drain grate on a dark grey surface. — Original artwork

I think someone should just take this city and just...just flush it down the fuckin' toilet.

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A group of small white wooden figures with one teal figure standing apart on a round platform against a dark background. — Original artwork

Listen, you fuckers, you screwheads. Here is a man who would not take it anymore. A man who stood up against the scum, the cunts, the dogs, the filth, the shit. Here is a man who stood up.

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Painterly empty burgundy velvet armchair with a wilted rose on its seat in a dark room. — Original artwork

Loneliness has been following me my whole life.

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Painterly compass beside a narrow glowing doorway in a dark freestanding wall. — Original artwork

Now I see this clearly. My whole life is pointed in one direction. There never has been a choice for me.

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A small wooden cabinet with compartments each holding a thimble, spoon, button or key. — Original artwork

One of these days I gotta get myself organizized.

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A yellow paper sun and white clouds rise behind a small grey umbrella surrounded by shallow water. — Original artwork

Shit... I'm waiting for the sun to shine.

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A dirty square tile has a clean wet stripe down it, with a single droplet suspended above against a dark background. — Original artwork

Someday a real rain will come and wipe this scum off the streets.

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Painterly rain-streaked window overlooking wet pavement, with a small cup and plant on the sill. — Original artwork

Thank God for the rain to wash the trash off the sidewalk.

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The days go on and on... they don't end. All my life needed was a sense of someplace to go. I don't believe that one should devote his life to morbid self-attention, I believe that one should become a person like other people.

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You’re only as healthy as you feel.

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Fractured indigo tabletop mirror showing several stylized anonymous faces with broken glass at its base — Original artwork

You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? Then who the hell else are you talkin' to? You talkin' to me? Well I'm the only one here. Who do you think you're talking to? Oh yeah? Huh? Ok.

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