I feel like illegally hopping a train towards no definite destination, just some place beautiful, maybe wyoming or montana or spokane, and while the train is making its way over a high bridge, look towards the river below, then jump from the boxcar, not a dive or a belly flop, just a leap to a free fall, and when my body makes contact with the cold liquid, all the physical pain and emotional distress i've endured dissipates in a 5-second death orgasm.
Then a chill turtle named pierre uses my skull for a condo.
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