The Moment You Knew It Was Going Badly
- it made a sound like an organ grinder
- the head was left behind
- not your pants
- someone without a face looked at you, primarily that you knew they were doing it
- unexpected increase in quantity of undesired matter OR unexpected decrease in quantity of desired matter
- senses are split one against four calling for further investigation but there’s no time, damn it, it’s too late for that
- common sequences proceed inconsequentially provoking vaguely heretical distrust in the entire concept of sequences
- a posteriori assumption disproven necessitating painstaking reexamination of the infinitely-extending telescopic plane of individual human experience, an activity which is theoretically impossible, since you would resemble nothing more than a legless woman looking for a run in her pantyhose




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