I’ve got to pound it out, pound it all out, as unwilling as I am to be touching this small cold rock that is my laptop. I’ve been gone, I’ve been removed and euphoric, and I’ve got no proof, except that my hair is filthy and would be matted if it were that kind of hair, and I smell like wood smoke, and I should not be sitting on my white quilted
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