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Pain And Espionage

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Pain, Rumor, Sleeplessness, CIA, Dreams, Facades, Politics, Wellbeing

“I’m no killer!” I screamed. But we’re all killers. Each and every one of us. We were born to die and it was always our responsibility to die and if any of us failed to follow it through, the next guy would let the clown have it. I’ve actually not been alive since Warrenton and even then, who’s to say.

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Pain, Rumor, Sleeplessness, CIA, Dreams, Facades, Politics, Wellbeing

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Echo Chamber, Facades

Assam

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Echo Chamber, Facades

“You would think…” he began. Which irks me. Would you? I mean, you didn’t go over the instructions, first?

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Echo Chamber, Facades

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Pain, Wellbeing, Strength, Weakness, DISH

If My Aunt Had Balls

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Pain, Wellbeing, Strength, Weakness, DISH

“You got this,” I say, forcing the words lightly through my lips in a hiss… Not really believing I “have” shit. It’s got me worried about everything from the DISH I’ve been diagnosed with, interfering with nerves, to kidney stones or even cancer.

What if it’s cancer?

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Pain, Wellbeing, Strength, Weakness, DISH

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DISH, Medicine, Wellbeing

DISH

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DISH, Medicine, Wellbeing

I’ve been diagnosed with Diffuse Idiopathic Skeletal Hyperostosis, or “DISH”. It’s turning my body’s tendons and ligaments to bone, starting itself along my spine. Calcifying my joints. I worry I’ll soon be crippled.

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DISH, Medicine, Wellbeing

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Politics

Echo Chamber

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Politics

She wasn’t into the theories I espoused that warned of shit like coup d’état’s and jackboots and bonfires where her books used to be. Unlike me, she wasn’t seeing swastikas everywhere she looked and freight cars being marshaled strategically across the country. She didn’t like him, didn’t much care to listen to him. But was it really as bad as all this? And wasn’t I really only being paranoid and a bit melodramatic?