This Imaginary Earth Angel is All, and Everything, and all you ever dreamed of. Love and comfort; security and warmth. The soothing voice of calm you always craved yet never knew. You hug. Oh you hug, as though your entire existence depended upon the pressure you exerted now. The entropy of modern purpose caves away beneath you, and you are left holding on for dear life to this exo-skeleton with the sage voice. The meaninglessness beneath sucks, oh more than gravity it be, a vacuum appears and whorls below. You feel it suck at your life, and you squish deeper. You can feel the soothing heat of understanding emanate from the bug. Angel, oh yes it is an angel indeed. Saving you from yourself, the demon that lies within the very center of the seat of human consciousness; just intelligent enough to perceive it's own irrelevance to the massive entity that is the universe, but also too crazy to accept it; instead utilizing its own creativity to invent specters which fill that void with violent thrashing terror. Oh, you squeeze more now. That demonic singularity within your mind, somehow inversely proportional to the love you share via pressure exerted upon the Earth Angel, pops. You float blissfully free now, released of all existential stress, as it drifts away like the pieces of giant cockroach you just exploded with love. Your face is covered in insect juice as you drift into nothingness, having squelched the internal demon with your only chance at eternal love and understanding, it appears as though you have attained ultimate nirvana. When the paramedics finally come to cart your unresponsive body off to the intensive care ward, they remark that your room smells like a teenage wasteland.