IT WAS TEN IN THE PRIMAL MORNING. I SLIP DOWN THE STREET IN THE SUNSHINE. TOWARDS THE HOUSE IN THE DISTANCE. WHITEWASHED WALLS STOP ME A MINUTE. I PUT ON MY GLOVES AND I OPEN THE DOOR. THE CRIPPLE IS JUST SITTING THERE. FEEL DIVINE WHEN I BLOW OUT MY MIND. I COCK THE GUN AND I SHOOT HIM IN THE FACE. FEEL DIVINE WHEN I BLOW OUT MY MIND. IT WAS TEN IN THE PRIMAL MORNING. BLOOD PULSING THROUGH MY VEINS. KRISHNA AT MY FINGERTIPS. THE SKY WAS RADIANT BUT THERE WAS NO WARMTH. FEEL DIVINE WHEN I BLOW OUT MY MIND. TENTATIVE OUTCRY. PITILESS LIGHT. I PULLED OUT MY GUN AND I SHOOT HIM IN THE FACE. FEEL DIVINE WHEN I BLOW OUT MY MIND.
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