I was given the strange substance by a strange man. I consumed. A sensation of simultaneous fulfillment, relief, inspiration...oneness overwhelmed me.
I thought. Then my head stopped me. 'Don't think', It told myself. 'You always ruin everything by thinking...Fuck! You're still doing it.'
"I am. I'm right. Jesus, when I talk, I'm still thinking." 'Say the first thing comes into your head!' my head interrupted. 'Do it now! You're still thinking!!!' My mouth opened. The words erupted from my throat like a battle cry; a kind of quiet, mousey, frightened pussy battle cry: "I don't have enough bones in my face!" The subconscious is comprehensible only to a few.

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