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 . . . Breaking all boundaries, even the one of your God, enlightens in those frightening moments when there is no control, just honey dreams, mumbled words, spread thighs laughing, forever fucking, forever knowing your truth. Secrets, secrets, never kept or nothing . . . Breasts for their sweet softness, anger for its sweet pain.