Timeline shift
This feels like a slow fast strangulation.
Thimbles of the absurd. The unrepentant - unacceptable - blazing present of all that stands before us.
Our epithelial cells are revived only to be snuffed out again.
Each violation. A lesson in futility. A didactic in impotence.
I don’t know what I have hands for.
I don’t know.
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