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lid had taken acid hours ago inexperienced rich and horny bought drank smoked too much pot walking through roads paradise inferno parking lots drifting through barrooms with the second hand smoke nodding at affluent cockroaches slumped over bar through the river and over the woods walked puffing blurting nonsense describing hallucination "the trees are all chewing on something "theres a man sitting on that treestump with a cantaloupe in his face "you stepped on my fathers grave "OH SHIT MY APPENDIX BURST the two turned to the third who lay on the ground clutching stomach unconscious two hovered over body scratching heads "hell die if we dont do something "i cant feel a pulse neither were touching him "well never get him to a hospital on time! and if we do well get locked in the morgue by the surgeons. "well have to perform the procedure ourselves... knoelt over hi m cyut open his sh rirt draw a few lines ovuer tt stomach bag to kunow where to cut open a pocket knfe with swea t hankds bfrow cuyt iiopen his gut as he wr ithed cut out a kid ney set it in di rt cut oout hzalf of intestines folded into frodzn pine needls le a ravaged accorcdian opeed his liver pulfled out scorpion that rvan into the woods then wrii nched open his ribcage with a few tghin logs fwend a quarter in stomach which they kept for phjonecall cut out eyes opened face intill loked like inside of a tomato he awjoke for five seconds sputtering raspy sluicing voice into their ears sat up spilling insides into lap falling on his back ttn "i think we killed him "hes dead! we have to fix him! we have to fix- groaning from the dead they stuff intestines back in kidney close ribcage stomach push his eyes back into his face with thumbs drag him on his back through the river and over the woods to the car where wedge backseat to the supermarket for elmers glue masking tape stapler open him back up his body still warm vocal chords gurgling hands clenched into fists staples in kidney staples in lungs staples on ribs glue in liver taped intestines everything is sinister i am going to die they want me in a room i am free glued and taped face a new nose made out of playdough tape stapled gut and face carry his body to parents doorstep sit him on porch ring the bell run i am all alone here can anyone hear me am i here at all i am just someones idea all my friends have gone to sleep i wanna sleep too
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