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Your name is Rachael and I am supposed to sweep you up like a moth or the baby spiders you think are yours but they ate their mother, too. Like you will. You will see yourself in a diagram the size of dog paws. You will see yourself on the owl stand: artificial, do you like it? I am sorry I said no. You will fracture an oyster and expect babies to queue out, to call you mom out of every egg is a memory not your own. Your name is Rachael but you are hardly a woman, not a person, or a bug. A moth is more alive than you because its wings can blister on light-bulbs. Your name is Rachael and so you are of artificial skin and thoughts.
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Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 9:38 PM UTC
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Your name is Rachael and I am supposed to sweep you up like a moth or the baby spiders you think are yours but they ate their mother, too. Like you will. You will see yourself in a diagram the size of dog paws. You will see yourself on the owl stand: artificial, do you like it? I am sorry I said no. You will fracture an oyster and expect babies to queue out, to call you mom out of every egg is a memory not your own. Your name is Rachael but you are hardly a woman, not a person, or a bug. A moth is more alive than you because its wings can blister on light-bulbs. Your name is Rachael and so you are of artificial skin and thoughts.
sarina
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Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 9:38 PM UTC
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