Quote Originally Posted by Jack View Post
A monster creeps upon us, terrible in aspect, ratio, and virulence. It seeps the blood and spit of a dying world. In the darkness, it fucks us in our messy beds, in our filthy apartments. Defiled and exhausted we wake between the gray slats of another meaningless morning. In our socks and little else we comfort with coffee, bong, beer, ashtray, xbox, laptop, and Skate. These are our drugs. We are your addicts. The monster will live and breath in my dreams, in my nightmares, in my bed. In my mind, a gun is born from between the twisted folds of neurons, axons and dendrites. The gun is us. Pull the trigger.
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