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...written on 2008-05-19, @ 2:20 p.m.
Distorted multi-hued men reach forward with tree trunk arms. They stuff words into their mouths as they snuffle like pigs. And I want to be disgusted but I am behind them, devouring and distending. I am growing. I am a tree. I am the world. I am something beautiful and new.