(The view from the top of Contra Costa, Berkeley)
Well, fuck.... I did it once again.
I wrote a piece that I now can't publish. There were too many amputations in it. Civil War style, with cauterization to stop the flow of blood, to slow the infection.
The smell of burned flesh rising up into watering eyes.
With teeth clenched on an old leather wallet, at least I lost some weight.
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