I am fucked up this morning.
I watched bad zombie movies till all hours.
It wouldn't take much to make me puke.
My tongue feels strangely metallic.
The hunters kill the ducks on the lake outside my window.
The evil clown grins his bloody toothy grin.
The feeling that nothing makes sense makes even less sense than it did before.
And this is why I write.
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