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commelina benghalensis

This will be my twenty-first move in twenty-four years. I swear to God, it's like being an Army brat. The madness must stop.

—They sinned against the light, Mr Deasy said gravely. And you can see the darkness in their eyes. And that is why they are wanderers on the earth to this day.

red touch yellow, kill a fellow

Bizarre dream in which I had been bitten by a coral snake (Micruroides euryxanthus). I hate this unsettled state of disassembling my life, or at any rate its material components. Moving is fine once you actually are moving, once you're on the open road towing your chattels behind you; you feel the sense of exploration, discovery, newness. But the preparation is murder.

The defensive farts of coral snakes.

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