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i vomitted into my hands and let the bile run between my fingers. no one seemed to notice. at least not until i started touching thier foreheads. they flinched at first, but the fad soon caught on. before long there was a six hundred and sixty six mile long line of "people" waiting patiently for my regurgitated blessing. one man brought me a large ceramic bowl and asked me if i could vomit into it so he could bring it home to bless his sick child. i did without hesitation. as i spewed into the bowl, i noticed some of the yellow-green matter splash out onto the man's face. he smiled as though he had achieved a state of ecstacy. but his happiness soon faded to nothing as he attempted to walk away. for he was torn to shreds by those at the end of the line, who could no longer wait thier turn. i saw blood splattering against flesh. vomit splattering against blood. it was a sight beyond description. and alas, as the crowd grew riotous, i could not find it in me to vomit anymore. and my mass bile baptism had come to an end. some still follow me with hope in thier eyes. feeding me liquor and tainted meat. patience is a virtue. no matter the deed.