How do you feel?
I'm woozy and not without hunger that's eating me up from within. The bag of acid snarles and bares and my skin's on the inside. Memory has eaten itself. Some good and some bad have gone. The brown coated floor in the shower, each particle slinks off, its hands slipping down my skin and down the drain. black eyes leaking. i was kept awake from these impenatrable snores piercing the skull of my head and the lids weaken together. but it's saturday, let's go dancing.
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