like burying my face in a bear-rug soaked with a luxurious combination of tallow & alcohol, breathing in the ruin. the ghastliness & the weariness. the jagged fumes of it all, brutalizing me from the sinuses down. the brazen uselessness of it all, suffocating all things like a whiteout of acid-snow.
one day, when the sun is reaching the end of its tyrannical sovereignty, blinding all in its death-throes, we'll know the fucking name of our insignificance.
by the way, Apophis, fuck you & your lack of commitment.
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