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soft and smokey and burbling coming out of the sea of putrescence coughing up sludge and smirking. i can't understand why a prick and a prick can make a girl feel so much better. i hope work does not fire me. it feels as if all the thin little feathery dusty webs i've created became heavy with dew and have split while my back was turned. i can feel their absense and do not know if i am pleased or displeased. it seems as if in an effort to get my feet underneath me the webs have pulled loose and all the ties came undone and floating detached become normal. their names are like pebbles in my mouth and make my eyes water. again the feeling of empty hands and arms and mouth and feel becomes all there is to deal with. and i think i am on the beach and drying off when i get pulled under again. and i just need a minute to...