Grinds my teeth.
Translucent shield.
I have to survive,
pick things up and keep walking.
**shudders**
Index in the air. Awaiting my folly.
Virtually every turn, there you are.
“Ah, ha!”
Raised the dead,
Floored the shit out of me;
it’s turned into disgust.
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Author, blogger, painter, poet, schizophrenic, vitamin salesman. There's a shadow person living in my head is something I believe. Fiction. Digital art. Smalltime jobs. I do all these things. Bad biology is a lie. God is a robot. View all posts by Luke Meyer
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