I fished just like a little fly out of the eye, which flew in there when I went home. I wasobviously not out before, just when I became aware of the enormity of the past, butdiscovered to my horror that it was still there when I looked in the mirror just now. where it has thus remained and died in my corner of the eye, when I was out walking, quite innocently. nature is so fucking disgusting.
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