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hoom - - "I’m so stuck in the mud on the banks of yellow rivers and lush green rice paddies that I can’t even breath enough air in– so stuck I feel the need to peel the skin beneath my eyes with blunt nails and tweezers just to see, see what I’m missing, what I’m missing because even without the noise my concentration is shot. In the forehead. Hemorrhaging through the flood gates so quick, so much, too paltry that all I really want in life is to eat chicken, go to bed, pray and write. "View -
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