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orange sun streams through the window blinds. the pencil breaks and thats the end of the paragraph. strike a match and pour another spoonful of green medicine/poison over a sugar cube into a tea cup and into/down the throat. the orange turns red turns purple turns blue turns black turns blackandblue. move into the kitchen room and sit in the reupholstered armchair and sit in the black and blue world. listening to the eight footed foot steps of your 312 other roommates. listen to the scratch squeak of the inside wall neighbors. it's times like these that.
'make me glad to be alive" he said.