Launching spear after spear into the side of Moloch the monster, the city of trash heaps, shitty footsteps.
"Something is going to stick." I tell my love, cigarette hanging from the side of my mouth. "Something about this city is going to change me, progress the spirit. We can't stay, standing around the same place for too long. Progress. That is the lord and savior holy ghost, guide to the grail. Keeper of eternal life."