She kissed me with a mouthful of sugar; she kissed like pop-rocks melting into liquid LSD, acidic and sticky sweet. She kissed me like there was honey dripping down into her lap.

We’re killing time like Temporal Assassins. We’re killing motherfuckers like it’s cool or something. Yeah, bad-asses, watching our watches, watching the sun fall down into the ocean. 

Everything fades to black and blue. Black like the spaces between the stars, blue like falling deeper and deeper into deep, deep waters. Yeah, swallowed up by the infinite and absolute; how’d you like her for a lover? 

I’ve got internet girlfriends sending me digital seduction transcriptions, and a living doll recharging her batteries in my bed.

“I am a man,” I warn her, meat in my teeth and blood in my eyes, “of constant sorrow.” And I am. I am a rake at the gates of hell. I have fallen from the grace of god, and no doctor shall relieve me, no whore shall reward me. I’ve fallen from the grace of god; I’m just a weakened signal now, and only the radios of sinners shall receive me.