Jokes and their attendant butts

Every porcelain shelf in the washrooms was crowded with empty glass bottles.

• You wake up to a sledgehammer crushing your chest. The sound of your ribcage fracture, then shatter, shards and splinters piercing through the heart, then beaten to its final splatter of grace. All shiny under the morning suuuuuuuuuuuhhhhuuhuuun.

Floating Period

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Sleeping in another orientation, falling in another order