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Eyes reluctantly open. Almost daylight. Panicky cockroach scuttle inside my skull. A gutful of wasps and the imagined ticking of a very real clock. Never been a morning person, but this is something else. Vague chest pains in the watery sun. An inconsequential aching sort of roughly where my heart should be. ***** used fly paper sky and every in-drawn breath saturated with chemicals and not really trying. Considering the possibility I might drop dead any second. Shrug. It seems unlikely that the morning will prove so interesting.
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May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 2:01 PM UTC
Fly Paper Sky
Eyes reluctantly open. Almost daylight. Panicky cockroach scuttle inside my skull. A gutful of wasps and the imagined ticking of a very real clock. Never been a morning person, but this is something else. Vague chest pains in the watery sun. An inconsequential aching sort of roughly where my heart should be. ***** used fly paper sky and every in-drawn breath saturated with chemicals and not really trying. Considering the possibility I might drop dead any second. Shrug. It seems unlikely that the morning will prove so interesting.
nico-reznick
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May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 2:01 PM UTC
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