Why are we all so addicted to death? Addicted to the means with which we execute ourselves and each other. The faces we create are like pieces of art; never worth anything until the artist is dead. We are worthless until we can be marketed, branded, and sold. Once you sell out, you become worthless again. If it cannot be destroyed, it cannot be televised. We are a parody of ourselves. An inside joke known only to no one. We are a ghost story.

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