Do you feel alive?
When someone shouts your name, does it shake your skeletal girders?
Do you sit still and let the world pass through your eyes like the wind passes through your ears, or do you take stance in awkward attempts to humor its approach. Do you eat sandwiches only because you like the word sandwich, not because delicious chicken and tomato passionately greet it's breaded neighbors before dancing erotically on your nervous tongue; a tongue that lacks merit in its function, useless in the dark dungeon you restrict it to, like some sort of twisted speechless dictator.
12:04 eh em, cough.
whistle.
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