Fuck me, I’m sinking deeper and deeper in doom. Fuck me, I’ve got a Raskolnikovian gloom. Six moves ahead and so fully consumed, I am what I am and I do what I do. Now the Cerberean dogs are slathering, I can feel my stories all unraveling. Bigger Thomas at the heart of a citywide scavenging. It’s closing in around me, I can’t believe they found me.
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