"the day i made "bohemian rhapsody' the blueprint for my life"
"giggles the executioner"
"sit and spin sores"
"pinwheel incisions"
"welsch's hematoma"
"black death dum dums"
"i'm the star of the show, officer"
"i fly this ship, your honor"
"the line starts back there, your excellency"
"duvet armistice at 3:00 AM"
"undermined, but i don't mind: undeterred and blind"
"francisco de goya painted the walls in there before he died, now it's the computer room"
"in a final act of defiance, the crew devoured the ship"
"but my hands will be soaking in a bowl of jelly; so i will have to type with my nose."
"tracy's robot teaparty"
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this is the subset of what goes on in my head that is fortunate enough to make the treacherous journey through the nerves in my neck, arms, and hands, down through my fingertips and onto the keyboard, through the wires, the computer, and the network, across the country on fiber optic lines, finding a permanent home in the electric memory of some server in san francisco.
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