Day 125: No, I Refuse
There is a malignant stench, housing the available air; here inside my very admirable living corners. Yes, I am in a grief stricken trauma about it; why the hell should I get over it? No way am I opening my mouth any time soon. I can't let it bypass my gapping nostrils; I wouldn't get the taste out for days!
To Crack An Egg In Instincts' Face.
posted by A Twig-Like Hermit at 2:47 pm
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