here's one key: when you finally get low enough and in the dark enough in the dark dark in the gloom in the crusty gloom at the bottom of the sty and you are groping, scrabbling, splitting your knuckles and shredding your nails against the splintery of the bottom, when you get down there, finally, you finally find the fuse, the thread of it, you best fuckin light it

sparing no moment for patience or reflection in this instance

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grab hold of your most canine soul