This is not a bar for the optional. This is not a place for the unknown. This is a place amongst the fire and iron. This is the home of tumbling mongerers and life-dulled addicts; of the hope-filled dull and drone of life.
I have taken the drink of spasm with you, and tasted the wine of dehydrated breath and loss.
I, in my hopelessness, was hopeful and angry.
And i've drowned it all, with the racists and nubients, rednecks, how I love you *******.
Take my calming down as love. Take my Wilding out as truth, and hear the scream of my useless crush.