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My skin feels loosely tethered, inflated by my brain balloon until my ears come unstuck with an audible pop, bright lancing pain for a moment and then nothing. My nose is still attached, at least, pressure built up until an explosion would almost be merciful. No sign of the paracetamol bomb squad in the waste lands of my room, so no control in any explosion that occurs, just my brain splattering the walls and, so long as it takes the throat bruises with it, release.








Translation: my glands are swollen. I feel dreadful.

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This (worksafe) piece of art actually kills me with awesome.