to heaven

[fookenekx]

In the darkness, he asks himself, "Did God make me this way? Did God do this to me? Did he make me do it?" And he looks down. Down at his hollowness. His twisted innards. And thinks, "This is me. This is me for life. I have to do it. So he has to lie there in the cold dark, amongst all those smells and the bent reflections, he has to lie there and be what he is. He has to accept.

And so, he continued mulling. O' antennas.