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"Celebrate, it's a fucking holiday. You're losing it," they say. "We'll send your capacity to recess, drape devils on your doorstep, turn the blood in your veins into blue engine coolant. We've always been here, looking over your shoulder, ready to swoop should that engine turn over. Come on, you've known it all along: the pool of oil in your lungs, uh huh, your incapacity to up and leave when the engine is deemed corrupt. We are the single seed of doubt that plagues every corner of farmland. We are the brutal winter, the empty harvest, the zero percent yield. We've taken root inside your chest and we conspire in your dreams. Right before you close your eyes, we will be the very last thing you see. And the next time you wake up, you'll be the shell of a farmhand's pickup truck, wasted in weeds and thorned shrubbery, and sentenced forever to rust. We're all just waiting."

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from Black Coffee, Bad Habits, released February 3, 2015

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