junkyard. 2am. you met a centipede and decided it’s your soulmate. you ask “how’s it going?” and don’t give a shit about the answer. ask “is there a god?” and already know the answer.

the bug crawls towards you, knows you’re not a threat and it crawls closer and closer and closer still. dives into your ear and towards your brain and you think “finally i am complete” and you wonder if you’re a centipede now and the bug in your brains says “no don’t be stupid” and then he makes you dig through the trash for his family and you give into its control and say someone about freedom and know you’re lying.