Now you're seizing like an epileptic dog.
Fill your own water bowl, control the tremors and drink in vitality.
To live or die? It's not a choice--predetermined already, give into the blackouts that come when you clamp down on that belt to keep from biting off your own tongue.
Richter, Richter! 4.5! You're trembling now, boy get your gun.
Fuck puns and write.
No.
Just fuck.
Everything else will come
and everything will be all right.
She told you so.
Don't deny this fated plight.
Fecund yet desolate,
too limp to ignite.
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ok, i like a challenge
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ok, i like a challenge
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