| The Metallic Sausage Factory
Overstuffed. Like a proverbial sausage Within a magnetic casing. Waves of radiation permeate, My body. Accompanied by, A serenade of clunks, Ch-chunks, metallic drilling, High-pitch beeping, a habit old hat, I�m comfortably sleeping. The cause is elusive. Results inconclusive. I continue to struggle with pain. |
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