"Why had I eaten all those cigarettes? My mouth was filled with tobacco and cotton. Little hand torn strips of sun dried brown and gold stuck in the gums. I clawed at them to no avail. Iridescent shapes ran through the cerebellum out the eyeholes and stuck like fishhook stalls in the columns. The place couldn't stand any longer on its own. Space was never the issue, time however had a mind to kill." -somebody super famous's book, Why Does Everyone Good Die When I Am Born? (1792).
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