Now, only dust to trade.

​​​Luminous ash flakes drip a shower onto ruined suburbs.

I see living creatures as artifacts.

Bung

I will do whatever has to be done regardless of who I hurt. I don't shake. I do it without thinking. I don't hesitate.

God is in that magazine? Gods. Demons, ghosts, dark, then light things are held in these pages.

Wailing sirens nobody heard. But go ahead, keep careening through darkening cities in black Cadillacs.