The only way to get out alive is to get in good with the other ones who are dead. We don’t need each other, we don’t have to exchange automatic stories of weather. We only need to know eachother by the marks. The hollow fucked eyes, the hard stances, the mean mugs used to keep other ones away. We know that we know and when your self pity and post hatethought self degredation is over.. when the lies are no longer an issue and you can say bye bye to this world that breeds contempt for survivors like us, for machines fueled by rage, choked up stuttering can’t act normal speech and lonely nights, For us who are not victims anymore. We get out alive everytime.