[rotten hand thrusts blindly out of the dirt] we - [head and shoulders emerge heaving from the soil] - are so - [claws and squirms to free more of my body from the clutches of the grave] - fucking - [staggers to my feet] - back [coughs up a clump of dirt]
I MET THE WORLDS SHARP EDGES BREAD-SOFT, EXPECTING TO BE TORN FOR THE GREATER GOOD, BUT INSTEAD THE MEANNESS AND HARDNESS BECAME GENTLE UPON MEETING MY SURFACE. I STILL HURT, BUT I DID NOT DIE OR KILL OR DIE OR KILL OR DIE.