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the ship was underwater before it could be properly evacuated and i was drunk in the captain's quarters with a switchblade to his throat he missed a spot when he was shaving that morning and i offered my services a spot on the canvas of my mitochondrial conditioning my dendrites receive no stimulation as i laugh so i feel nothing as usual crack my clenched teeth in a practice of proper response eliciting reinsert the breathing tube and rip the catheter out of me no
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Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 2:56 PM UTC
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the ship was underwater before it could be properly evacuated and i was drunk in the captain's quarters with a switchblade to his throat he missed a spot when he was shaving that morning and i offered my services a spot on the canvas of my mitochondrial conditioning my dendrites receive no stimulation as i laugh so i feel nothing as usual crack my clenched teeth in a practice of proper response eliciting reinsert the breathing tube and rip the catheter out of me no
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Sep 23, 2013 at 2:56 PM UTC
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