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A pain has lodged itself in my jaw. It goes on and off, just like that. An irradiating dot. Situation: trouble. Half my face in wires of pain, waves of throbbing zeros in the gum. Awful hot proximity to the tired and tender brain. O the head’s a soccer ball of blood, heart a trembling cup. It goes off and on, just like that, the pain. Sometimes it’s best to shut the fuck up. Sadness a toll booth always open. Get yours, Soul. Hard to fathom the flesh of the brain. Shut up.
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No one in my mother’s family is still alive. A pain has lodged. Trembling cup. A ringing in my left ear, very ōm. Is that the sound of mortal flesh, somehow, in its core? When it isn’t otherwise expelling, growling, chirping, saying, sucking? A dial-tone in my left ear; someone left the phone off. Trembling cup. Terror a speck, hovering in front of our eyes. There went a bee, just now, with all of my plans. It matters not, O thirsty people. It matters not, Coke is It. In matter do you conceive me? God rot. The flesh of the brain, tender and tired. Mother, I can’t find you. mother mother mother. Sometimes, we have to say nothing to say anything at all.
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