“We’ll make the universe a voyeur as I devour you beneath the stars.”

As my hunger grew through the last few years, I practiced the art of starving. Suffering for my work is something that I have grown quite comfortable with and has become a mandatory ritual of sorts. Something that many will misunderstand and surely be misinterpreted, but that never stopped me from stating what I had to say and what will eventually be said. I was dead. Not from this earth and probably from another, but at the end of the day it never stopped my wonder.

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