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"Why did you eat the poison?"
"Because poison's all there was to eat."
Why'd you lie to your friends?"
"They weren't my best friends."
Take your average guilt-ridden angry white male and make him black, then make him a
woman and shave her body and head. Make her Asian. Clock holes in her skin allowing
ventilation to the nerves too sensitive to scab over, take her arms away, take her vital
organs so she has to live on life support and pull her hair out of her skin reminding it to
grow faster, take pieces from her brain until her blank stare turns glazed. Throw a penis
back on there, shorter and softer this time. Make her a man again and make him all
races, all genders, all faiths human and animal. Make him birth his own limbs
regenerated like expanding foam. And finally install just enough energy geared to fancy
a general curiosity around the amount of money one can save on taxes by getting
married to any old gal. There you have it, that's me. Most likely to suck-seed. Every
blade of grass spits on me in disgust as I lie on them thinking about my taxes.
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*Shyner Nybok is a nomad.