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" AND before you make some snide remark, based on my general temperament, that I must be “riding the cotton pony” or suffering from a “red-letter day,” need I remind you that I am dead, deceased, and rendered eternally prepubescent and therefore immune to the mindless reproductive biological imperatives that, no doubt, shape every living, breathing moment of your crummy living, breathing life. Even now I can hear my mom saying, “Madison, you’re dead, so just calm down.” Increasingly, I’m not sure to which I was more addicted: hope or Xanax. "
― Chuck Palahniuk , Damned (Damned, #1)
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" In the middle distance, a looming giant with the head of a lion, shaggy with black fur, with cat claws instead of hands, reaches into a cage and plucks out a wailing, flailing sinner, dangling him by his hair. In the same manner you might nibble grapes from a bunch, the demon’s lips close around the man’s leg. The demon’s furry lion cheeks sink inward, hollowed, and the man’s screams grow louder as the meat is sucked from the living bone. With one leg reduced to hanging bone, the demon begins to suck the meat from the second leg. "
― Chuck Palahniuk , Damned (Damned, #1)