May 17, 2025
More in Release the Hounds musings in a dentist's chair
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in the bony holes where my teeth once were rots and rots the gummy flesh interred the stench of witch's ass implied in all the snotty spit that flies oh the wretched pain of being man the aches of tooth that come -- we understand -- from bacteria's bits of fetid shit swimming in us as we sit and wait and wait for the moment to subside until, until alas we've died.
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