I heard the rumble of the earth, and the chorus of the streets grew and became a voice, growling at me; a truck bellows in the distance, a horn announces itself above a barrage of loud, thumping bass, pulsing from a club, and all at once, the cabin where I rested became a cocoon through which The Devil spoke.
I looked upon the fullness of the moon, its w…
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