“I run into a psychic on the street.Your wife doesn’t love you she says…”
It’s kind of like getting the shit beat out of you from the inside out with no one around to help. No one. Not your mom not your childhood best friend not your dog or a version of yourself that never knew this life. Not anyone you ever loved for a night or a moment or a dream just to feel something. Not even a stranger with a cryptic voice and a place to get his dick sucked where there might not be anyone around. No one. Are you listening? There is no one. Only flesh and the force trying to pummel it’s way it out.