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Brooding brooding is a fuckless horse no thrusting left in him not one whinny hump or holler his head a declinated slump his belly beached and swollen his eyes the bulging accusation of intent behind onetoofuckingmany saddle sores he chews your sympathy with bile shreds and shits it and with one globular sticky-eyed stare fixes you in futility brooding is a deep annihilating blackness you would be a fool to drop any more pennies down this well |
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