He was Vigilante –

All dropped sorrow on to the piece of shit I shot, because he was home before me, who bled his death in my house, whose spirit still hangs in my house – I need an Exorcist
It’s gone wrong there, drag his body away, pour kerosene accelerator on the shape, then clear-out the rest of the surrounding negative genetic double-helix, and send me home
I still believe in Nietzsche
‘Progress’ is the myth in our Downfall

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