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Before reading I see my mottled flaps of skin reflected in the meaningless symbols and I am momentarily absolved of pathetic hope.

getting my gills upgraded and curling up inthe bottom of a giant whiskey barrel

they're cute and slimy and deserve a better host. who? the brain worms writing this

tagging implanted ideas with colors indicating provenance etc. carried away activity soothing weak require anesthesia everything tagged no tags meaningful who speaking not i

young expensively-dressed racially transmogrifying schizophrenic descends to the sidewalk in front of me quaffing brown liquor, yelling about cognac, stumbles and skips down the street, bitches and cognac nigga, etc i do not regret staying inside for week-long stretches.

old groid in safeway accosting captive strangers with stories of bread: how good of a deal on bread he got, how he eats bread with every meal, etc.

i said 'regular' the way the mexicans say it when ordering a burrito. i am going to boomer hell where i will be tortured by obese black women in a nursing home forever.

I believe that it is very common that "I do not remember what I did in the preceding moments" because I seem to have repeatedly recorded this phrase and variations on this phrase to roughly the same effect.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Keeling … Why was he not content to grow peas or become a falconer?

"...cut the beauty from the quick"

particle boards nails exposed toxic sawdust spitting and bleeding i will lie here for a rest, the giant crows will eat me, the Qing were optimists,

My actions are suboptimal, in fact subnormal, and what is it that should be optimized? I don't remember.

Indeed in those days there was Content, a dribbling painful micturation from a dehydrated old man with kidney stones and acute prostatitis, and it was quaffed greedily, recycled, fermented,

silently begging through strenuous eye movements that they pull the plug; the room exclaims at my efforts, a round of praise for my 'indomitable will to live'

Adorned In Words Of Primary Color Secured With Velcro Copula

I love thinking about the futility of communication while making bad tweets, really takes the edge off.

Beating a pronoun used anaphorically until the pronoun stops taunting me with lazy vagueness and spills that to which the pronoun refers.

Getting canceled to avoid responsibility for the pathetic products of one's life.