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Politicians rise in the east and set in the west and nothing you can change about them.

The sun is jumping ship and evening's coming. But this country needs a good disco.

A cancer is a rebellion, a cell gone rogue against the body with turncoats turning the other way and seducing parts of you to do the same. I will divide your parts and conquer. I will shut down your limbs one by one, and spill poison in your bones because look, there is nothing in me but blackness.

Can people do that? Can people want to be with someone all the time, okay most of the time, and yet also wish they were alone? And not in little compartments but at once? At the same time? All the time? I want to be alone but I need to not be.

I want to say sorry, I'm too busy thinking about how women in 1976 either get herself fucked or fucked over by a man but instead I say,
- Excuse me?

You want to scream stop the fucking car and take the fucking pussy and be done with it, because that sounds tough, like it's almost touch enough to scare them a little, but you know words like that could never come from a mouth like yours.

It's the slowness that gets you, the feeling that there is still time to do something, to get out, to run, to close your eyes and thing of Treasure Beach. You have all the time in the world. Because when this happens it's your fault. Why didn't you get out? Why didn't you leave? The policeman hears my mind and stomps the gas, raising the stakes. Why don't you get out? Why don't you leave? If you open the door and jump out, just grab your knees and roll until you stop.

In the ghetto there is no such thing as peace. There is only this fact. Your power to kill me can only be stop by my power to kill you.