Think tank--where the sharks swim and I can't keep myself still. I saw you coming closer and decided that it was better to detonate the bomb than to just sit there and let you suck the life out of me. We are not cosmic twins, we are Cain and Abel.

I've got all the justice you never gave yourself. Forgive my will. Bury my desire because it doesn't mean a thing unless you are alive. You'd better save some for when they come.

A narrative dies.

Regress.

Sadness.

Frustration.

Disorientation.

"What do you think I need?"