As I sat on the side of River Rd., staring at a bloodstain masked by bleach and resin, I considered myself almost insensate. As if I were cast in a movie and before me was the set. It was so uncomfortably quiet. A sound track would include the chirping of insects around the still creek, the forced parastalsis of coffee down my vacant esophogus,
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