This morning I found myself googling words:
dupuytren’s contracture
an afflicted hand or 20 decadent beers?
I was going to write 3 bottles of vodka
yet that made the idea of consideration too lame
hyperplastic palmar aponeurosis
I realised a date with me could be scary
my brain like a hyperactive chickens
as I consider selling my thumb for the money
I must have been crazy to consider wishing I was 15 years older
I don’t want to talk about my mobile phone contract at all
yet this morning I found myself googling words
and thanking myself I got bored
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