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By Jack Joseph Smith
Almost complete with a ready-
ness for it, his ribs were
strumed by the tight ribbons
of his nervious system, and
a small tight ball like lead
had sank into his solarplexes
to a place inpossible to defic-
ate from. The sickness in his
throat surged, as if pelts of
iron, could come, so immediate
from an industrial stream. An
inside power though his balls
of spit, And he wondered at no
planned magnet taking his
place.
If he could just deficate,
come clean, but that was out
of the question now, this whole
being surrived only on the
beginning going down.