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September 19, 2010
Black, black, black hole.

You reach out oily fingers to snatch at the ankles of unsuspecting stars. You trip them, trap them, pin them against the wall and whisper such lies into their ears. You feed them your darkness and get them hooked and watch as they stumble and implode.

"Share my loneliness."

And they do. We do. All of us. To be with you, we would let ourselves rot away. We let our earths freeze without our light. It does not matter. Nothing ever matters without your touch now that we've known it.

Drag us away from our destiny.