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As I Enter The Small Intestine I Get Squeezed By Muscles. Its Dark And The Walls Look Like Slimey Crushed Velvet Theres Pancreas Juice On Me Help Me I Am Disintigrating.

The Strips Are Nearly Effortless Unless I Am Really Emotionally Upset, A Wreck.

A Man Who Has Been Dead For A Week In A Hot Trailer Looks More Like A Man Than You Would First Expect.

Playing And Fun Are Not The Same Thing, Though When We Grow Up We May Forget That And Find Ourselves Mixing Up Playing With Happiness. There Can Be A Kind Of Amnesia About The Seriousness Of Playing, Especially When We Played By Ourselves.

If I Could Only Turn The Etch-a-sketch Of My Life Upside Down.