You're only free when you're rabid. You're only rabid when you're free. Neither male gods nor phallic cities will ever humanize the survival instinct of a jailbait prisoner. No mecca of pop-culture will ever tarnish the contagious luster of a meth-head in a mining town. Come on, self-destruct, it's the perfect high. It's the wonder drug of the wasted lives. Welcome to the super-human afterlife. Welcome