moebius karasu he put the pistol in his mouth and squeezed the trigger. everything went black for a second and then there was the rush of pain followed by the taste of the metal on his tongue and his trigger finger relaxing just as he took it out of his mouth. the despair overtook him he wished he knew when it would end but somehow he always ended up here there seemed to be now way out on the other side of the glass, the man fingered the REPLAY/REPEAT button on the remote control, taking a perverse delight in the carnage and even more in seeing it in reverse. a cockroach scuttled along the tawdry wood paneling of the basement wall downstairs 010619 what's it to you? who go blather from