My limbs are falling asleep before my brain does. My balls are vibrating. I'm smoking even though I quit. It's cold and the heat that is manufactured is dry, drying my blood, making it stick to my veins. I am swelling and stiffening. I am a cold walking corpse with a slow beating heart. I am mummifying. I am losing blood and drinking plasma. Plasma being vodka chilled from martini glass.
Winter. Fuck it all. I will make a seventh martini.
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