some god: you'll be free from the addiction, you will lose interest in all relationships tied to the worst parts of your humanity-- tied to the worst parts of your addiction, you will turn your hands inside out and touch your heart.

some Sinner: when he looks at the people walking on the sidewalk below his window, he wonders what their lives are like. what is it like to be the black-haired woman on the cell phone? where do the kids on their bikes go to ride when fall ends and winter is here? and just like that winter is here, and there is nobody to think about. and there's nothing to do but drink, and pass out on the pile of mail, and drink, and wake up missing days, and smoke, writing letters you'll never send, and smoke, and wire yourself to the other person stranded in the house, and sleep, and shit, and breathe, and eat where you shit, and don't breathe anymore when you sleep, and run, and lie, and hide, and cry, and burn, and him, and you, and her, and them, and then when, and your, and live, and kiss, and bite, and cut, and fuck, anything but love, and die, and drink, and smoke, and ash, and die, and drink, and smoke, and ash, then it's fall again, hey, it's fall again.

some god: you'll be free from all superficial human desire. you'll never worry about your appearance or anyone else's ever again, and all it takes--

you will enter the void kicking and screaming.