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this is what i wrote drunkinly last night...the topic was vague inner-struggle.
As soon as I walked in I knew this would be a difficult task. The slightest touch could infect, swarm over me like a hungry disease. I hiked up my laundry bag, hoping it hadn’t already touched the floor. I fished through my pocket for those couple of quarters I had obsessively cleaned earlier with Wal-Mart brand baby wipes. Is anyone in here safe? Are these overly handled washing machines full of germs and unwanted bacteria? Nothing but transference, dirty nasty transference. In fact, I cannot stay any longer. My hands are shaking, my brow is sweaty, in fact, if I stay any longer this bag will slip from my hands and I will have to abandon it, a man left behind, a wound that will hopefully earn it a purple heart.
this seemed funnier last night, it was written in jest.
As soon as I walked in I knew this would be a difficult task. The slightest touch could infect, swarm over me like a hungry disease. I hiked up my laundry bag, hoping it hadn’t already touched the floor. I fished through my pocket for those couple of quarters I had obsessively cleaned earlier with Wal-Mart brand baby wipes. Is anyone in here safe? Are these overly handled washing machines full of germs and unwanted bacteria? Nothing but transference, dirty nasty transference. In fact, I cannot stay any longer. My hands are shaking, my brow is sweaty, in fact, if I stay any longer this bag will slip from my hands and I will have to abandon it, a man left behind, a wound that will hopefully earn it a purple heart.
this seemed funnier last night, it was written in jest.