Huh what is this?

Think for a second of all the pains and pleasures that must go into making this tiny piece of metal that you are scraping across your knuckles for the sake of having some bloody fucking knuckles.

That I wanted to say that to you makes me think I am going crazy.

I saw a dead sloth by the side of the road, his mouth open in a grimace. He must have fallen off the telephone wires like the scab that fell off your knuckles today.

I went to a class the other day, and it had vanished.

“Dude, where were you in class today?” Fahraz asked.

“I showed up, but it was invisible.”

“Yeah, that’ll happen.”

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