I spent my last afternoon burning foil every day I went to the well till one day my bucket sprang a leak the arse fell from the world nausea had my throat and I was humping air and filthy water I’d found the entrance to the 7th level of hell I was dissolving in a puddle of puke my revulsion was purely organic borne on waves of reflux action I was sickened so deep my organs ached my ego has taken a bruising but I’m bound to get lucky someday I’ll come back and buy this town smother the bitch with gasoline and burn it to the ground
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