Now his hair is balding in a great O at the top of his crown. Here I am, I drag these chains all about the attic floor all night. I descend upon you in your sleep and steal your semen with strange dreams. I am the voice laughing at you, I am the voice taunting you, I am the watcher watching you, I am the microphone recording you. You have nothing left but the noose.

 

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