2004-07-19......2:39 p.m.......
the smell of doctors and hump-backed surgeons

this is going to hurt a little, it's going to sting. hold still, bite your lip, clench your fists. hold on, ignore the screaming of your breaking nerves. we've got to clean the wounds. that medicinal smell, like steel and unnatural healing. the smell of doctors and hump-backed surgeons. the train in black that follows the casket. the white white light of overhead florescence and the tick of instruments together. the sickening lack of color. we must apply the antiseptic. lest the ravager infection set in.


...and all sing in harmony, i am ok...

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