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(God / Monster)
Death is en vie.
Living burns.
The road bends-
becomes the car.
(Heaven: a drug.)
I was trying to choose a line or lines to quote MoTy, and I can't. I would need to quote the whole thing.
Thrown in the back of a Cadillac, driving across the Arizona desert with nothing but a cigarette to keep me going.
Whisked away, with not a single word uneeded.
Stunning.