They Want Us

They want us dead, so we need to live. We need to live in defiance of them.

No, we need to die more deeply. We die the deepest possible death. A death they can’t reach. Can’t defile. A death that would be our own fucking thing …

But we’d be dead, right?

 

I’d like to be unreachable in death. Totally fucking undisturbable.

But you wouldn’t be, would you? There’d always be some cunt interpretating your suicide.

 

I’d like to die a contagious death. I’d like everyone to start everyone topping themselves. In a chain reaction.