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Sometimes it's like the whole god damn world is being compressed under fate's foot. Everyone is dwarfed and screaming and bleeding all over the fucking ground as the pressure causes hemorrhages in the cement and ink comes spilling out around our feet and the streets are thick and hot and lightning is striking out everywhere against these seraphic collectors and we're all reaping what we've sewn into our barren lives. Some loss of innocence and interest; some gain in loving destruction. We're the children of ruin and havoc. Sometimes it's just so fucking stagnant and I know that they're all right but I can't get out of this town and I can't find myself and I can't breathe. I can't fucking breathe. He's got his hands around my throat and I can't do anything but hold onto his wrists because I'm so happy he's here with my now. He's going to kill me and I don't care. I love him and I love my own obliteration. "Just hold me now, ok?"