on my back

hello mardi gras.  I greet you from my sick bed, repeatedly hitting myself in the face from dropping my phone, breathing like every sex machine in Deliverance, constantly questioning the noises out the window – is that a REAL Chainsaw, or is it like the ocean I hear, waves crashing just inside my head. That WHOOM WHOOM may have nothing to do with firewood at all.

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