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Posted: 2025-02-15
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Well, I woke one day, and there was that sense that I was. But really, I did not have an idea as to what was going on. Always that senseless thing, and if there was something that could be garnered, or defined, or made sense of, it would always be that weird thing. Because what the hell was I dealing with? Always that senseless thing. A painful bite in the neck, in the shoulder, in the irrevocable feeling. Something 'bout that stung, and it created this visual effect, always sensually binding me and molding me in that feeling, insomuch that it feels like a matrix of sorts. I don't know, but like most things, I am utterly sandy, always feeling the irritation upon my skin, like some dead lion's teeth surviving its owner's death and decay and gradually sinking into the sand to irritate the sand beneath. I don't know exactly, but there is that perturbance. I get it.

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