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My Glue is Melting
Rich dreams now which she was loathe to wake from. Things no longer known in the world. And the dreams so rich in color. How else would death call you? We’re still young and we should be enjoying ourselves. The world soon to be largely populated by men who would eat your children in front of your eyes. I can feel my eyes starting to close again. Is this a slaughter house? Are we going to be neutered? Have they developed a “cure” to make us like them again? I knew there was something important and fragile about the singularity of this, that something would soon be lost. No matter what. I will not send you into the darkness alone. All she needed was for me to be consistent in my interactions with her. There has never been great talent without the touch of madness. Everything people do for me is wonderful, but it is still so awful to be alone in this body that has turned against me.
"The Road – Cormac McCarthy
Rant: An Oral Biography of Buster Casey – Chuck Palahniuk
The Noonday Demon – Andrew Aolomon
Haters – David Moody
The God of War – Marisa Silver
