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The doctors in this world: bearded people who rub their eyes too much and frown too often. Harmless really, they say. Just a chemical socket to connect the loose hoses of your brain. As if a new planet would not be made of your body: an earthquake in your bones, a volcano in your stomach. As if the absence of your soul with all its bitter colors could not be called a side effect.
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Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 1:12 PM UTC
Medicine
The doctors in this world: bearded people who rub their eyes too much and frown too often. Harmless really, they say. Just a chemical socket to connect the loose hoses of your brain. As if a new planet would not be made of your body: an earthquake in your bones, a volcano in your stomach. As if the absence of your soul with all its bitter colors could not be called a side effect.
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Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 1:12 PM UTC
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