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100 more fl oz. chemicals tonight. I can't get my mind off it tonight. I can't stop shaking about it. I am drawing granted grounds of the human arterial machine, the veins and detection of human achievement, human freeways. Organized right-of-ways. We told ourselves where to go. We built the arteries to the heart of us, every cell driving in and driving out, breathing life into our own purpose. We made us the machine. We made the machine to catch the falling... draw the machine. Make everything the machine.