“I’m relenting to the corporate drone, pushing my nose to the motherfucking grindstone. Splinters upon splinters wedging in deep; I try to pull them out with my worn-down teeth. My periphery is narrowed like a goddamned mule. Workhouse of the wicked, of the trite and cruel. I’m relenting to the drone, the endless drone.”

The Incendiary/Suburban Scum split is so heavy.