Shut Down
Paper cut kiss to shut up the exorcist in me. When a cross of Jesus is falling off the wall, all hell breaks loose. Stop the shout and twist. Labour is as long as Laval, as lost as Rimouski deep. Face the consequences to slap shot between the eyes of logic tongues now absent from everything after that gun hit, but it's our brains that splattered against our own walls, from the front of computer screen screams at us and for us like a cold corporate silver bullet at point blank range.