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The times were great, greater than most; the pulse was rapid and fired constantly; the worm's saliva was sweet and made the earth rumble; the coffee dripped and my tongue looped to my intestines to lick caffeine off of the inner walls; the sanctity of the mind disintegrated; the fabric of it became singular disconnected threads; everything became drastic and instantaneous; my teeth dissolved because they could not survive this tongue of destruction; I will eat again but it will taste like iron that has been grounded into a soupy meal; the mouth is a bitter place; its bacteria are swollen like the arteries of a vacuum clogged with desolation and *****
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Feb 8, 2012
Feb 8, 2012 at 8:17 AM UTC
The mouth.
The times were great, greater than most; the pulse was rapid and fired constantly; the worm's saliva was sweet and made the earth rumble; the coffee dripped and my tongue looped to my intestines to lick caffeine off of the inner walls; the sanctity of the mind disintegrated; the fabric of it became singular disconnected threads; everything became drastic and instantaneous; my teeth dissolved because they could not survive this tongue of destruction; I will eat again but it will taste like iron that has been grounded into a soupy meal; the mouth is a bitter place; its bacteria are swollen like the arteries of a vacuum clogged with desolation and *****
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35/M/American
Feb 8, 2012
Feb 8, 2012 at 8:17 AM UTC
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