It is no strange fate we stand here before each other, two distant fires burning with unchained fury, a longing for unspoken chemicals and nights filled with sweat. Indeed, it is heresy to speak these words, to reduce our dreams to a hopeless cinder of expectation.

Our whims have betrayed us, a conscience of vows reduced to low sparks of indifference, a blank history filled with shrinking hearts and anger. Let us restart this clock tomorrow, a second breath for love and the dirty blood that follows. Let ancient memories fade, these fevers of flesh and whiskey, a banquet for friends who have passed their buck and called it a day.

No, it is all too much. I will be consumed...

The rules have always been there – obey and disobey. Witness the sand as it passes through an hourglass of faith, a tradition passed by cellulose and drunken moons. This is marriage, a bland habit of misery followed by generations of smiling brides, each glib in their expectation of man – a dumb beast who wishes only to fart.

Indeed, glorious is this brutal misconception. Reproduction has never been more fun. God has played his final card in humor as we are all but fools for the double tit. Now let's see who the suckers really are in this wretched game of carnage...