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I cut into chicken parm, a massacre with fancy china. A crusty napkin blots my eyes, wipes the juice that drips from my mouth. Beyond the curtains, car tires lead a small river from the rising puddles on the concrete. Stupid ******* brain cells drawing pictures in my mind; cats cradle between the memories and the now. fourth of july neurons going crazy in my skull spitting rain and crashing thunder down my cheeks.
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Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 4:08 PM UTC
the dinner guest (unannounced)
I cut into chicken parm, a massacre with fancy china. A crusty napkin blots my eyes, wipes the juice that drips from my mouth. Beyond the curtains, car tires lead a small river from the rising puddles on the concrete. Stupid ******* brain cells drawing pictures in my mind; cats cradle between the memories and the now. fourth of july neurons going crazy in my skull spitting rain and crashing thunder down my cheeks.
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Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 4:08 PM UTC
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