1889 A dolled-up saloon girl stirred long-settled dust on a once steed-trodden high street as she fell to the ground, flattening her petticoat and hurling a floral fascinator from her head. She frantically squirmed against the confines of her gown, overcome with fright and unable to breathe. She was a prey rabbit, stalked sadistically by a pair of predators, two lovers that coiled around one another sensually like snakes. They pursued the distraught girl half-distracted with bloodied faces, their tongues swirled passionately in the other's mouth. A man wearing an ivory cowboy hat canoodling with a woman in a tan fringe dress, they were Adam and Lilith, the beginning and the end. Coated in viscera, Lilith peeled herself from her man, twirled towards the crying girl, then seized her by the neck and flapped her like a bed sheet, snapping her spine like a row of dominos. Adam cheered as if he had won a poker hand, β€œYehaw!” - then proceeded to serenade the woman he loved, "Sugar, sugar, duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh, ohhh - honey, honey, duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh - you are my candy girl!” 1969 [center] π™΅π™Έπš…π™΄ πš‚πšƒπ™°πšπš‚ - 𝙰 πš‚π™Ώπ™΄π™²πšƒπ™°π™²πš„π™»π™°πš πš‚π™·π™Ύπš†οΌ 𝙰 πšƒπšπ™Έπš„π™Όπ™Ώπ™· 𝙾𝙡 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙳, π™³πš„πš‚πšƒ, 𝙰𝙽𝙳 π™³πšπ™°π™Όπ™°οΌ β€œπš‚πš‘πš˜πšžπš•πš πš•πš’πšπšŽ πš‹πšŽ πš—πš˜ πš‹πšŽπšπšπšŽπš› πšπš‘πšŠπš— πš‘πšŽπš•πš•, 𝙰 πš–πšŠπš— πš–πšžπšœπš πšπš˜πš›πšŒπšŽ πš‘πš’πšœ πšŽπš—πšπš›πš’ 𝚝𝚘 πš‘πšŽπšŠπšŸπšŽπš— πš πš‘πš’πš•πšŽ πšœπšπš’πš•πš• πšŠπš•πš’πšŸπšŽοΌŽβ€ 𝙰 π™Όπ™°π™²π™°π™±πšπ™΄ π™Όπ™°πšπš…π™΄π™» 𝙾𝙡 πšƒπ™·π™΄ π™Όπ™Ύπ™³π™΄πšπ™½ πš‚πšƒπ™°π™Άπ™΄οΌŽ [b]𝙼 𝙰 πš‚ πšƒ 𝙴 𝚁 𝙿 𝙸 𝙴 𝙲 𝙴[/b] β€œπ™Έ πšπšŽπšŠπš•πš πš πš’πšπš‘ 𝚊 πšπšŽπšŸπš’πš• πšŠπš—πš πš πš˜πš— πšπš‘πšŽ πš‘πšŠπš—πšοΌŽβ€ [h3]β˜… β˜… β˜… β˜… β˜…[/h3] [/center] 1999 β€œDon’t be doing nuffin’ stupid, y’all ain’t tryna die, right? Gon get me killed alongside yo stupid ass. Now what was you doing before you got here? When I was taken or whateva, I was doing some white lady’s nails: emerald green, metallic, like a beetle. I was just about to finish up when I gone poofed outta reality; The X Files style, Mulder ’n Scully. I was like, y’all - I don’t need this today. I ain’t even got that bish to pay for her shit! Man, I was doing well in life; I didn’t get knocked up, I had my own business but now I’m stuck here wit you, I ain’t cut out for this typa hustle. Nuh uh, don’t talk, just listen; keep the windows β€˜n doors closed at night, ok, don’t invite nobody in or they gon turn you inside out, y’hear me? Them things, whatever you wanna call em, they already done chewed up the last curious muthafuckas that be sticking they heads out. Is you that kinda cat? Cause I don’t associate myself with no heroes. I intend to leave this place wit my head intact.” 2029