while I reacquaint myself with spaces and times that I've subconsciously allowed to grow unfamiliar. I'm in a state that I'm convinced is a conspired replica of that sensation when you just stopped spinning in an office arm chair. When you feel something vile crawling up from your insides and your brain has been blender-ed and is swimming around the recesses of your skull in this uniform, tuna-like fashion that provokes an image rather disturbing.
But in that mush you'd find hysteria, a disgusting amount of failed attempts to smother it, a new kind of determination to repel Home and maybe a Day-maker or two or three c;
Pull up a couch and get comfy with thy snuggie, this may take a while.
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