I love it when a song or movie or painting or whatever sharpens your teeth so when you bite into the firmament of life you do so with a stronger vigor and thus a grotesquely mortal thirst is quenched
Joy is a predator
Feed it
Feed it
Feed it
Feed it
Feed it
Feed it
I have fangs, covered in ichor
and you have fingers, just long enough
to reach into this cage









