the battle wounds are deep and the hurt deeper. the fissure tween us, deepest.
so you see the bottom of the glass over and over.
one shot! another shot, another shot. shotshotshotshotshotshotshot!
and a faulty camera in my mind captures, holga-like streaks and freaks; lit with alcohol flashes.
and its like moving in stop motion.
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