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if they were to strap me down upon the concrete bed aside the polished steel of the Dairy Queen Machine modified just for me with the carnival calliope and that special polyethylene hose the "new car smell" threaded with such care from the spigot to my gullet would i bear it well? would i fight back when they threw the switch and the warm slop began to flow? i’ve heard they sometimes fill these machines with medical waste but this tastes different today oh sure i might struggle even as my abdomen distends my fibres unravel the tar seeps out from me and wets my spine i might risk everything anything for a second chance i might but then again i haven’t before so why start now?
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Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 3:48 PM UTC
a second chance
if they were to strap me down upon the concrete bed aside the polished steel of the Dairy Queen Machine modified just for me with the carnival calliope and that special polyethylene hose the "new car smell" threaded with such care from the spigot to my gullet would i bear it well? would i fight back when they threw the switch and the warm slop began to flow? i’ve heard they sometimes fill these machines with medical waste but this tastes different today oh sure i might struggle even as my abdomen distends my fibres unravel the tar seeps out from me and wets my spine i might risk everything anything for a second chance i might but then again i haven’t before so why start now?
daniel-schoen
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Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 3:48 PM UTC
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