Everyone has that point. That limit. That fucking roadblock, where the faceless man in your head says, "You can't go any further. You're not allowed." And you want to scratch & scream! Claw that fucker's liver out through his ribcage and spread it around like stale crumbs to feed the motherfucking crows! Bathe in that shit; let that hot offal rain down upon you like....
....Then you realize that the faceless man was still in your head, and that you were staring into the bathroom mirror, the faucet running.
Somewhere, lost to some chasm of shivers and alcohol poisoning, there lies a secret. One that will never be found. Never to be unearthed, because it's just not fucking meant for the likes of us. Or, the likes of you.
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