By @occurrence1312
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I remember the day the gods of summer got me drunk.
I remember hustling my ass through endless verdant fields to every god with an eye. In cut-off shorts.
I remember when they whispered to Foucault, who whispered to me, that repression was obsession.
Radiation tore through me and baked a realization: I am a body in space, dense but permeable to all particles (parties) on the list. (only on the list)
I remember the somatic pendulum marking our pace through the endless verdant fields of invasive grass where the hills stopped growing and summer sinks.
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