“i have been sitting here all afternoon trying to make myself explode, and i can’t. i can’t do it, because there’s nothing in me. there is nothing left. and then i realized what no one is saying; the people who are exploding, they aren’t sick, they’re aren’t evil or dangerous. they’re better than us. because they still feel something. they still dream something. something that hasn’t been ripped out of them by haircuts, and lattes with what can of milk, and an ass that won’t stop growing, and a husband who can’t get his dick up!”