My mushy, wormy, good-for-nothing brain. It sits sheltered in a cavern so dank. Between each wrinkle is a disembodied memory, fragmented and lost. Rotten is each past happy thought. Then there you are. Bubbles across my screen. Your screen name. And I So wrought up over nothing. And yet everything. My mushy, wormy, good-for-nothing brain. …

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