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there are a few things floating atop the murkified stray thoughts and belittles reason into humble mindbrew you'd sip around your great aunts table sat by foreign family members and an honorable lineage's paraphernalia which will end up in the estate sale fumbled over by worn digits keeping with the lowest incarnation of gains before you'd bet to lay eyes on it again. its a byproduct of some living creature, you know not which continent on God's green earth it could be from or why it died but you'd stake a guess it was from a slow painful stomach rupture that led it finally to puking on its insides and dying upright next to an open sewer. its an acquired numbfuckmindedness more holy by complexity and not so far attained than simple altruistic drinking or what ill leave open as the general field of self medication. its stock surmises a dreamloss quandary among disappointment and called-off snowdays, unheated it sticks to your cranial walls not unlike a fish-finned gelatin the hopes of removing from narrow easements and dim walls requires a stank vitreous brushing- like trying to remove a glassful of sand from in between teeth. in days, or at least the time equaling them, the vapors 'll roll on past as the sloshing blends into inconsistency. the orchal stains wash eventually if you drink enough water and if you're lucky your lungs will taste air again. in the final stages your nerves will make the best flocking formation ever to go unnoticed..