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At the end of the day, I take up the bag which contains my filth and bury it, like a casket, in what remains of my sour body. I adorn myself with grief and wallow in the portrait of my self-despondence. Lashing into oblivion like a snake coiling around her prey I tightly yank the stubborn cords of my inadequacies and they BREAK into exploding phantagasmical lightbulbs of fervor fury fortitude fangledness and falling falling falling falling!!!!