This is gonna have to be quick.
A car crash.
A mag dump.
A micro-convulsion.
Split lips,
staggering tongue;
we didn’t get this way overnight,
it was long
and drawn out
like blade steel.
Oooh, but what a night we had.
Funny we couldn’t build Rome in a day,
but we could raze it to the ground
in one evening.
Hold on to that kind of power.
Feel it,
cherish it,
enjoy it while you can;
it is a slippery son of a bitch.
It’s bound to get away from you
and it’s bite burns
for the rest of your life.
Better believe it.
The journey is long,
but the end
can be sudden
and violent
and brutal.
Pay attention.
You’re only doing this once.
-HG
