Those salt unions! Gastrizing and ruckusing!
I've settled into a firm pattern of cleansing during the day and gorging myself in the haze of sleep after KASIA CALLS ME IN MIDDLE OF BLACK, BLACK EAST-COAST NIGHT to talk about hunger.
Then I wake up and feel horrible, but "cleansed" in the knowledge that it is not My Fault.
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