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C'mere buddy. Up close. I'm gonna fuck your whole belief system. Close your eyes and open your mouth, I'm gonna shove my whole arm down your throat and pull your insides outside. It don't matter that you think you saw a sign in the clouds, the heavens. None of that means shit, because everyone has their own interpretation. 

So many godly variations.

Let me pull you by the elbow, guide your face into this whirring band saw, let me pour this lacquer into your eyes. Let me cut off pieces of you to add to my collection. 

Listen lady, I know you got your own rage. I just don't care. I tried caring, but it made me too tired. I gave it up, just like I gave up drinking - it was hard, but worth it. 

We can have this conversation anytime. You know where to find me. I'll be here, sharpening my knives until they can slice air. I'll be here with a hatchet and some kerosene. I'll be flexing my fingers and imagining how good it would feel, plucking out your eyeballs.

I'll be waiting for you.