Stars crisp between her teeth, moonlight numbing her lips, she wanted to taste galaxies that night.
Madness string 24347
I could go all post-modern on you and talk about how much we idolise death, and how it has become more a part of our lives now than it had ever been, and how it's nothing more than a tired old joke anymore, a hopscotch into the void... but that would be tasteless.