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The human psyche is such a complex bundle of nerves and neuroses. Nasty surprises await, at every corner, in each conversation. In the words you speak there carry the electrons of a thousand unspoken ones. So subtle that you yourself hardly pick it up, until one day you think something so bad, so terrible, oh you fuck, it awakens you to the cold harsh reality of things. You are only human, and not a very good one at that. In this realization you disappoint yourself. At 3am in the morning, there is no sleep to be had, when all I feel is the back of a throat that itches, throbs, gurgles with the taste of sticky bile. I prop myself up and reach for the half-empty glass of cooled water set down there the night before. Water trickles and dilutes the phlegmy solution, if only for a few minutes, until I lie down again and the force of gravity entices downward other nasty surprises from the sinus cavities. Shucks I blush at all this detail. Shhh, come closer, I want to tell you something, just wish I was the one that said it. |
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