Because Ido is a fucking insane person and can’t sleep and there is pandemonium in his brain.

Mani and Clinny D are fighting and Ido is trapped in the middle for the nine hundreds^th fucking time, twin planets grating in his head. D has the upper hand. Clinny fucking D. It turns out that D can’t die. She’s a magnificent un-k-i-l-l-able tardigrade. Mani had drowned her. Smothered her in asphalt. Quartered her. Chopped her to messes. Burned her. Fed her ashes to fish. Fed the fish to roaches and roaches to chickens and chickens to the giant cat that loomed over the mountain in Ido’s backyard. Still she’d back. But Mani is a ferocious little kitten.   

Ido thought the moon would console him, but the moon was too busy blushing. Who the fuck needs the moon anyway? The perfidious bitch. Manni slapped D in the face. Spiked gauntlets tearing into jaw splattering pieces of teeth and flesh and half a fucking eyeball and oh my god oh my fucking god…

…Splat… Sent Ido flying through the air, landing head first against the curb. His neck crunched like biscuit into a V shape but it didn’t break. No it didn’t. He got the next morning clothed in nothing but bruises, and slouched home naked with his dick tucked between his thighs and blood and shit dripping down his legs, and a hole where his heart should be, a hole gaping large that through it you can smell the sunrise and it smelled of piss and cum and vomit and all the good stuff that oozed out of people.

That night Ido and his new gal pal got drunk and smoked weed and touched in that way you ain’t supposed to, not with friends anyway. No that’s not quite right. Beginnings are supposed to have ends in them. No. She was a secret. You’re not supposed to know about them. Except that she kissed with too much intention, and devoured him like a supernova.