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Occasionally I'll go deaf in one ear (a violent collision of silence against the right side of my head - tsunami-like - you'd never believe), and cocking my head to the side I always feel like some sort of misplaced rodent. Little heart beating, hide smattered with small wounds. My bloody cuticles, my puffy gums. Pockmarked belly round but nonetheless shivering, somehow cold, always fearful, a collective consciousness swollen with plexiglass walls and infected cataracts. Something sick in our DNA: can feel it, can't you?


Created: Feb 26, 2012


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