9/7/10 American travels 1
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4/10/09 Hot Tin In My Stomach
I could feel a thin hot wire piercing me. It was writhing in my gut. I imagine the feeling again, it was like a hot stick of tin singeing it’s way through a labyrinth of dark tissue inside me. Terrible feelings. The air flees your lungs in a stinging clench. A small explosion to the chest. You’re boxed in, no escape. Heat and suffocation. Sickness that drops from nowhere on your head. People always look down when this happens. They can feel the floor underfoot falling. Memories raining down on them. Starting sweet. Ending in horrendous decay. Death of the past. Nothing is what it seems. I prefer to look up in these instances. I know this Great Irony, and when it shits on me I like to look up laughing with it. You can’t break the broken. We’ll laugh at one another till one of us dies. That will be me. I’ll look up and laugh and die. You can’t break the broken.
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