Trying to live in this town is a young, slow, certain death. Of at least the soul. We MUST leave ASAP!
I don’t to want to hear analysis on how I got here or analysis on how to get out. I just want to get the hell out of here.
Being forced into this inconceivably inconceivable situation I believe is forcing me to do something drastic. It can’t go on.
The soul dies, the raven flies, the gray burns into the eyes.
Kill the TV, set your house on fire, rob a bank. Just anything to get out of here. Anything.