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humans bred as animals for consumption.
Teaching to kill is worse than killing.
No one can call them humans because that would mean giving them an identity.
He wishes he could say atrocity, inclemency, excess, sadism
There are times when one has to bear the weight of the world.
her intensity makes him uneasy.
There’s something about her he’d like to break.
she is innately wild, zero ties to social constraints and only really understands basic life components. he would be breaking her spirit - domesticating an animal. OR, this is the intimidating aspect to him, as it is something he has lost with his current society, so he wants to destroy what he cannot obtain.
Her life is fear, he thinks.
His father didn’t know what to do with the boy who didn’t cry, who hadn’t said a thing since his mother died.
That her voice was a way out of the world.
One can get used to almost anything, except the death of a child.
No one who’s in their right mind would be happy to do this job.
The words are a black hole, a hole that absorbs every sound, every particle, every breath.
A pit opens up and he’s free-falling, everywhere there are sharp edges.
youth doesn’t guarantee anything.
The lights in the sky in all their appalling beauty crush him.
The sky is like an ocean that’s gone still.
The moon seems a strange god.
He laughs and cries silently.
It’s only then that he realizes a storm is coming, one of those summer storms that’s both frightening and beautiful.
He’s nervous, as if the object could break, or come to life.
There, in the rain, he sees her. As fragile, as nearly translucent, as perfect.
her smile vibrates throughout her body and he finds it infectious.
The decadence and the insanity.
Our existence would be an exasperating shade of gray if we were all flawless.”
Let us take pleasure in the atrocity.”
Now this place has no name.
This is what his sister’s going to get: an urn full of dirty sand from an abandoned zoo with no name.
When he opens his eyes, all he sees is the dazzling blue. It’s then that he really does scream.
Nullify, he thinks, another word that silences the horror.
at least there death comes quickly.
It’s a look that’s alert but sad, a look like in an old sepia-colored photograph.
he was passionately in love with his wife, and when she died something in him went out for good.
“You disgust me.”
you could tell your dad only had eyes for your mom, you could see he was in love,”