Avoid the ones at Meijer's or other bulk food places since only occasionally are there the soft ones that aren't at all like a Gummi Bear. I let the matches fall, a burst of sulfur fire tumbling to the ground. You can burn the earth, you can really do that, with your conscious choice to destroy. Maybe everybody should all die in plague or lava flow or huge asteroid impact and let the earth crumble us into a ball, throw us into the garbage, and start over. If the planet gets too attached to us, we'll kill it with no regrets.
Death is cool.
I know it's real. You can learn so much from fragility, so much. Fear creates, fear persuades. No one wants to give anything up. Stains on the neck, bloody slash of a single fingernail, female, frantic, screaming, death and raunch and blessed religious nightmares . . .