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Head all bubbling and boiling and breaking apart from last nights drinking binge. It was me and and some people who all look blurry now in my memory sitting around tasting thunder and spitting out into the night sky what was left in our bodies to be spit. At some point a demon tapped me on the shoulder turned me around and stuck a little fork inside my stomach and then laughed as his furry Pan hoofed feet so merrily jotted off leaving his pitch in me so that I could look down and stare at it as my happiness leaked out onto the floor and created a puddle twice the size of anything I have ever really seen.
