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I had what I thought was a good idea. I was thoroughly sick of myself; I was bored, angry and irritated with the person I had become. My early years had seemed quite promising, but when I realised exactly what that promise entailed, my enthusiasm for who I was died, as if introduced to a vacuum.
My idea was to reach down my throat with my fingers, grab hold of my insides, and pull them out of my mouth.////
I got into a fight in the perfume department of a large store. It wasn't my fault; I had been trying to choose a nice scent for my new girlfriend and there was a scuffle to my left. The perfume ladies backed away. I was filled, at the time, with a sense of invulnerability that came with having recently fallen in love, and I stepped forward to quell the incipient violence.
Naturally I was punched, knocked over and kicked in the face, but the broken bottles of perfume released such an incredible bouquet that I afterwards remembered the encounter with a degree of fondness.///////
The latitude of the Palo Verde nuclear reactor in Arizona is minus eighty-seven point one three one oh five. The longitude is thirty-four point three eight seven five oh. In California, the Diablo Canyon reactor is minus one hundred and twenty point eight five five four five, then thirty-five point two one one four two. In Florida, Turkey Point is minus eighty point three three one six eight by twenty-five point four three six oh four.
My own location is not so precise. I'm sitting in a chair and I'm staring at the wall.
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- by w0rm buffet |
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- | Submitted on 05/22/2009 |
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- Title: nuclear idea perfume
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- Date: 05/22/2009
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