Status Updates From Angel Down

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“…he buckles and pitches and weaves and flounders, a necessary struggle, or else he’ll fall into the soupy mass grave he never finished digging but the kill-happy world dug for him, for every last one of them,”

“…the shriek won’t ever end, just like the war won’t ever end, like the carnage won’t ever end, it’s a sentence in a book careening without periods, gasping with too many commas, a sentence that, once begun, can’t ever be stopped, a sentence doomed to loop back on itself to form a terrible black wheel that, sooner or later, will drag each and every person to their grave,”