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.



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