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[dithilli]

I thought maybe it was just last night, but it wasn’t. With the incense burining and Transmetro under my belt I feel like I can write with drill bits into the brains of whom ever picks this up and reads. Like I could grind out their mind and stick my words in there with thumbtacks. Like post-it notes on their retinas.

I’m healed, and I didn’t know I was sick. I’ve got sandal wood on the brain, baby, and jeweled sandals under my throney feet.

Fuck yeah.