Most people hate life, when they first
get into it.
But
then they start to notice certain
patterns
:
the pain
in the gut
like a stabbing
gurgling knife, the
scream of a child
hey wtf that's me
the nipple
some crazy warm ick
in a gulping, flooding
gush down to the pain, and
feels good
?
After that, pattern recognition starts
to click, and - especially once one's
eyes start to resolve all the blob
and blur to intelligible objects,
super-distracting,
we start to decide
it isn't so bad.
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