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There is no burden to be had. Inclusion is not enemy. Opt out, if you must. The drip is just that...on pages, on canvas. We bleed a need.And if you want your own hospital bed, you better be dying. Everyone is throwing up in the emergency room these days. Nobody wants to go home. Write. Vomit. Write. The union janitors smoke with mops in hand, begging for sickness, waiting for over-time pay. The mops never get to punch out, they soak it up, beg for reincarnation to become rocks or spiders...or nothing...but never human.