Lo que esta lleno de gas para que la no materia tu, el paradigma finja serlo* y cierres los ojos para espolvorearlos una vez mas al quinto piso donde abres la puerta al asfalto de casa.
For the past week I have had this curious bubble on the roof of my mouth. It's about the size of small lima bean and firm like one, too. I've been flicking at it with the tip of my tongue constantly. This bubble ocuppies so much of my mental energy, it might as well be a uterus, sprouting outside my body.
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