Another electrifying day over here, all static and surge. If the body keeps the score, the opponent right now is cheating, plugging in unregulated implements of war: shock collars, cattle prods. How many spikes can one body stand before the motherboard starts smoking on the back patio mumbling under her burnt plastic, blown-fuse-breath that she cannot take one more goddamned swell of blasted voltage?
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Julie Barton, thank you for sharing your extraordinary gift for expressing your most beautiful soul.
Says it all for today. We are all ready wearing the shock collars.