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The  author writes until steam comes hissing from his ears. He wrestles with words, separating vowel and consonant until, exhausted they bend to his sinister will. His thoughts carve neural pathways to his trembling fingers until the world becomes his world, mad with keyboard power, stabbing digits, he views his inky screen with red, demonic eyes that wander without hope of rest until the cleansing celery sticks arrive.

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