get in loSERS WE’RE GOING SPOOPING
I feel it in my arms. I feel the music that’s playing right now find its place and start to weld itself to my mind. My head is grabbing at my senses trying to remember tonight, any way it can. and I know why. I feel the muscles in my arms contract. I feel the acid leak from my joints. It’s time. It’s getting ready. I’m going to lose a friend.