I'm exhausted.
Delirious.
I've acquired a sort of palsied rocking motion.
Any desire to create, wrung out of me.
I feel like I've stood wanking
on a plinth for fifteen hours
expecting approval.
I want some broth. A hot bath.
A break from line breaks.
Two more.
Two more.
For
fuck's
sake.
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