there is something down below. made of lead and numb. in me and far from here.
bear the darkness with me, won’t you my friend, my compatriot, my sworn enemy, whom I want to bash, with a brick, a bigger thomas brick, a brick of satisfying hatred, passion, and necessity.
this is not hate fuck anger
this is knife cut anger
it is mythology
it is bifurcated mind
it is descartes fucked by dogs in hell