Calling

Fuck him. He can stay therein fact, let him stay there. This is on him; not me, not you, not them, but him. He waited, he waited until his opportunity came and he took it. He couldn’t help himself, a true compulsive like him never can. Take that look off your face, don’t even begin to think that we should feel sorry for him. The whole world is drawn around by compulsions, existence is a flux of compulsions, we are our compulsions. He who he is, we are who we are; grab the spade and let’s go.