Parts 1-6 of My Reinterpretation of Procopius's The Secret History
Grainy Operation Overlord memories pressed to flesh mop McDonald's.
Crusty discarded catsup hands, pink, supple coca-cola palms repulse_
paralyzed nostrils, runner's stare, took Normandy,
seen people sliver on a track to stop a radioactive locomotive_
like a fake wang in a nature film.
Now HQ's invested in making you a side quest of suffering,
no...
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