"The rancor of our last conversation; that forbidden word you've deformed to handicap me, then abuse your advantage.
"There's nothing to fight; it's just a bitter fait accompli."
"Feels wrong to celebrate; we need to suffer more: face our puerility, ban converts that vitiate, devise new stratagems to disavow our quotidian characters."
"Lately I'm rutted in the filth of self-authored agonies that really should fill me with shame, but all I have is this manic energy."
"The rancor of our last conversation; that forbidden word you've deformed to handicap me, then abuse your advantage.
"There's nothing to fight; it's just a bitter fait accompli."
"Feels wrong to celebrate; we need to suffer more: face our puerility, ban converts that vitiate, devise new stratagems to disavow our quotidian characters."
"Lately I'm rutted in the filth of self-authored agonies that really should fill me with shame, but all I have is this manic energy."