TRANSIT DENIAL BLOODFEST
Never seeing why or how : I nonetheless
go on. Both the apple and the potato have
blemishes but the cook can work it out.
We always manage to eat. Something.
I don't watch for much anymore : I can
breath freely; that's good. My eyes are
working, and I can see. But. The drawback
there is, who wants to anymore?
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