Ken Alexopoulos

I know about your happy little illusion, that you never call your wife by name, that you take amphetamines just to give yourself that kick in the ass that reminds you that you__e not a machine, that you have the constant need to be on top because you__e so far down the evolutionary ladder that a f***ing amoeba uses you as a footstool.

The moment stretches out to an eternity in her green eyes, and I can picture being together with this girl until the end of time; our hands entwined as we pass across the veil of the universe, forever hurtling into a vast expanse of nothing.