@icameheretoawoo @Julia second the motion.

Everybody fucking feels exactly that way. Everyone is waiting for the other shoe to drop, everyone I know, anyhow.

This whole trip is a suicide death machine with mighty fucking iron wheels rolling over you, the monster at the wheel is loneliness, the fuel is the bile of hundreds of years, the keys are a full tommy gun magazine of .45 ACP, shoved down into a black pit keyhole that seems to impossibly go down and down forever, a keyhole spiral, a roaring whirlpool straight to the black depths. The doors are wooden. The truckbed is full of dynamite, straight from Alfred Nobel and DuPont chemical products.

The world is a lit match, your furrowed brow is the fuse.