It is a rhyth-
mic death as if
through music. The
pounding: the beat
of a drum. A
pulse that goes on
far too long. The
ears feel warm (the
ears are percep-
tive, almost more
than the-)
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"When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth." -Kurt Vonnegut
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