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Godspeed But haven't you ever thought something dirty? something liquid-heat irrational and rationed off portions of thigh meat, calf muscle, hip bone in your head (let's see, that'll be a lick, one slip beneath the pocket change just a little, just) and then the breast bone, and the belly to where water pours down through the top of your head and up through the apex of your spine to the space beyond stars behind your rationality beyond your portion-counting epidermal layer to the blood and the tissues and the bone to crack and splinter and gnaw but mostly the sweet juice life blood like Darwin said or was it Thoreau? to suck the marrow until it has been sucked dry and all you're left with is the hollow bone on which you play your pipes.
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