Two hands on two creaking eyes with four thoughts. "Why the fuck am I awake?" And three others: "Cross-sectional area is a critical parameter in determining the strength of a bone." "These delectable crackers are an expertly paired combination of crunchy sunflower kernels and fragrant basil." "FULL COLOR UV COATED FLYERS PRINTED ON PREMIUM 14PT THICK CARDSTOCK"
I thought there were beetles. There were beetles in the bathroom. Instead, a reptilian beast scurried along, beetle innards trailing from his depths. Strobe upon strobe of jelly intestines. What else could anyone possibly hope for? Greed. Dignity. Bacon.
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