like a rabid dog my intellect is put down to 3 or 4 percent of its capacity but my pain and rage is focused and i violently hate and love everything around me to an intensity power of 10. blood flowing and lava burning my brain i fight my way through the night with agave fueling my hate, power expended in the least obvious way and this feeling that
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i think a better metaphor for "the source" would be the flock of locusts, not the walnut.
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