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caught somewhere between animal, insect and angel, my human_credentials long since revoked and my pretense of belonging proven to be a sham
palpable craving for a transfusion of the poppy blossom's transcendent blood
pulsating hunger of another kind, running up and down and back and forth along the red highways and shiny black dreamscapes that course from the back-brain through the spine and all the messy viscera all the way down to the cock
(she nearly spills her drink and as he watches her from across the crowded table, she rather languidly and deliberately licks the stray droplets of liquor from the back of her hand, the O of her mouth and the protrusion and motion of her tongue presenting him with an image that dares him not to replay it in his mind)
TENTATIVE PLAN
- write obscene non sequiturs in notebook
- smoke ridiculous number of cigarettes
- jack off furiously and with little provocation
- look for last remaining joint in stash-box
- compose distorted, quasi-erotic noise with latest audio software tool
- wash up,
- walk to liquor store,
- get smashed
- pass out, incoherent
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