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Light reflects off of all the wrong surfaces at the zombie killer squat in the sky which we had all made our getaway to. You had recommended a marsh mellow castle 10 miles east, but I had refused, explaining that the drugs flew faster and the people too. When you got your brains eaten I was too fucked up to notice, and to think i pride myself on being intuitive. we scraped what was left of you off of the electric tar and had a ceremony in the bathroom, the place you had spent half your life in. returning to the empty vessel where you sacrificed your soul. after that I blew apart the monsters with much more zeal, i was horny for violence, cutting your name into the remains. I tried to ignore the smell.