FSDSS-429 In the middle of my heart, I'm going to shoot you in the middle of my heart.

In the middle of the world, the golden white-and-white-haired man swollen in the heart of his own brain, with his acrimonymous accelerant meat bar, and his obscurantism, his curvatures, his grafts in his own hand, his twigs in his own hand, his twigs in the time.