
"The need to kill and sex drive come from the same place," I think to myself. The bus rounds the corner by the University. Commerce, people. Full circle. "But we don't just go about killing each other, not all of us. We compromise. Dominating eachother with communication... We deal out our little deaths--"
I smile. Little Deaths. Fucking genius.
"And as the snake is drowned/And there's a look in his eyes/My fear begins to fade/Recalling all of those times/I could have cried /I should have cried"