P L S ULSU <| sep |> 310 at most <| sep |> Cheers for this . One of my favourite Jarmusch films . Last time I watched it was nearly 10 years ago . Going to watch it again over the weekend . <| sep |>. you mean important ? <| sep |> Olive bomber , tri polo long sleeve , and ambassador shirt . Too easy . <| sep |> Like the trees and shrubs in the middle of a map <| sep |> 160 per month $ 200 USD for 1 person , including eating out and coffee . I do eat a lot of meat , dairy , nuts and fresh vegetables , though , and do not eat grains or their products . I also eat way too much dark chocolate expensive and buy fancy tea frequently . <| sep |> My Mother and Father stood beside me , nudging me , pushing me closer and closer to the Regenarator . My wheelchair squeaked as we went along , I tried to put my hands down to stop the wheels from turning . Slowly they moved down the side , but grasped at nothing . I had forgotten that most things didn ' t have wheels anymore , replaced with Hovers . The squeaking continued , I looked for a source of the sound . Just white walls around us , overly happy 20 somethings in motion on small portal pictures covering bits of surface every 15 ft . or so , and a shiny gray hallway floor that led to the Machine , just a big circular metal hole . It looked like the images in my textbooks from when I was young , but bigger , like you could just walk straight through it . I never wanted to go through the machine , my parents knew as much , they ' d respected it for awhile , when I hit 35 they started to worry , at 50 they ' d started to pressure me , thinking they could reach me at my address across the country , they would send letters nearly everyday , urging me , begging me to pass through . I was never really there , had only read a few letters , but they were always the same letters , never changing . Everyone always kept the same face when they went through the machine , the same kind of thinking , never evolving , never growing wiser , never changing . I didn ' t want that . I wanted to do what no one else would , I wanted to change who I was . Aging was the key , I knew once I left the safety of home time would change my face , it might take a few years , but when my face would change drastically enough , I could change places , take what I wanted , and leave again . I could do it over and over in the same place every few years or so . Each time in a new way , I would commit my crime and move on to the next place , shave my beard , dye my hair , and no one was the wiser . It only took a small bit of change in a world where nothing changes to go unnoticed . I had mastered slight of hand , the common bar tricks , they were child ' s play . In the past 10 years I ' d moved onto bank robberies , gang syndicates , I even tried my hand at human trafficking but found I couldn ' t stomach it . Becoming the most known yet unknown criminal had taken its toll . My liver , kidneys , and lungs were wearing out , my joints were stiff and in pain . During my last heist they ' d had a new security system I hadn ' t seen yet , I took a blaster shot to my lower spine . I couldn ' t move , I could barely breath , the world had been a blur for years , moving from hospital to hospital . Nobody knew how to treat someone of my age anymore . Any implants they put in me were rejected , I was rejected . Last year my parents finally caught up with me , they fought tooth and nail to keep me out of the system . In their unchanging eyes I was still their little boy . They had hired the best lawyers to defend me against the world ' s supreme court . In the end they had only been able to get me a plea deal . I would forced to go through the machine , never to die , to stay in this state for all my days . They implanted the compliance pill , per my parents ' request , to make sure I would not try to stop it . I was their boy , they couldn ' t lose me to suicide , I desired anything over the machine . I had to keep changing , I had to keep moving , even if I couldn ' t move my body , my mind could move on . But this was my punishment , for wanting to live , for wanting to experience death , for wanting to change who I was and move on . The squeaking grew louder , the wheelchair continued to move down the hallway , the squeaking turned into grinding , and grinding turned into a jarring , raucous , eardrumsplitting pain in my head . I turned to my mother , I tried to gain her attention , she stared straight ahead . I turned to my father , but he also faced forward , his clean jaw and wide hands showed he was trembling all the same . Whether it was for me or from the noise I could not tell . An attendant greeted us as we approached the Machine , seemingly unaffected by the noise that was boring through my brain she spoke with us for a few moments , explaining that the chair would take me through automatically , and on the otherside I would remain unchanged . The same unchanging spiel they send you in the letters each year that you ' ve gone without the process . I attempted to ask the attendant why the noise was so loud , she smiled and informed me that I was probably just stressed about the situation , and not to worry . She started the process , my mother and father stepped back , and my chair started moving on its own . I shut my eyes tight from the pain expanding . The noise grew and grew , so loud my mind couldn ' t process anything , I didn ' t want this , I don ' t want this , I want this to STOP . But it didn ' t . It kept humming and throbbing and building in my brain till I . And then it all stopped . I stopped moving , my brain stopped exploding from pain . After a long moment I opened my eyes , I was still in the machine . I was standing in the machine , I hadn ' t stood for years . My parents called my name down the tunnel , I croaked back that I was fine . They called my name again , again I croaked , louder this time that I was fine . Again they called my name . I didn ' t understand why they kept calling me , I looked down to the end of the machine , and saw the chair with me drooped over to the side , with another attendant checking on me , checking my pulse , and shaking his head . My parents turned into sobbing waterfalls , dropping down to their knees and holding each other . I tried to comfort them but my words fell on unhearing ears . I understood I was dead , I heard the attendant telling my parents that they ' d never tried this with someone of my age , and that there were unseen complications in the machine . Apologizing profusely she walked off and left them alone . They stayed there for a long while , and I stayed too . I stayed with them when they left , and went home for the first time in about 50 years , give or take a few . The house looked the same , my old room was the same . Nothing was changed . Nothing ever changed for me again .