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114 who would fuck your shit up without so much as an I must break you though who isn’t on a mission to crush Apollo these days it’s the punches that prevent us from recognizing the immediate metaphysical artistry of the tango for what is a duet if not that which keeps ain’t no mountain high enough from being just another stalker anthem when it occurred to me that you die by definition at precisely your time I swear you could have kicked my ass with a feather but instead I marched straight into the boardroom and with head held high but literally as always in someone else’s hands let them have it with the ruby-throated declaration that we’re ruined I tell you ruined -Benjamin Paloff