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I want to fly. To dance with the burning stars in space. To fill my lungs with the cool, thin air and look down upon the living, observing humanity from above. I long to be with those I love, those I miss. Angels can fly, she said, and jumped.

I Love the Darkness And the Darkness Loves Me This silence is deafening. The cold, bitter wind is stale. And all is darkness. Dark night. Dark places. Dark people with dark faces. Nothing survives the plague. Midnight howls with greed and lust as the moon arises from its slumber, glowing city black and moth-eaten. The air is dripping with sex and liquor on this night. You can feel it crawling upon your bare flesh. Devouring all who succumb to such temptation. Such adultery. Such overwhelming pleasure. However, on this particular night, on which the silence is deafening, and the wind is stale and bitter– I am not under the influence of