i tried to engineer a feeling. the worst part was it worked. it worked every time. i couldn't get enough. i was the best they ever had, every time, and they learn fast to be better, we compete. this is the game of love. endgames are the most intense part, we skip to it, thinking the intensity makes up for the time we've stolen. we know the stakes are the highest here, and that's what gets us the most off. we try every position until we have to make our own, then start trying them all again differently. i told you that you could live a lifetime in a year, a month, a night, with me. it always ends differently, with different people, i always feel with everyone that we have too much fun. we've felt all there is to feel with each other, from each other, as each other. and the only feeling left for me to give you to feel, is the one where you take my life... so we choose to feel the feelings where we're apart, alone, separate, strangers, memories, hopes, dreams... anything but knowing it was the best feeling we ever had, and that we had felt it all

accelerationist in everything except love