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Too much inside baseball to stand the test of time but I still kek'd

> I awakened, and broke wind without delay.

> My room became rank with the smell of man. The stink of old food, once
> enjoyed, now digested, filled my encrusted nostrils. It brought forth old
> memories, of several wheels of rich-scented limburger cheese I ate, one
> gray and wind-tossed day in the year 1974. The cheese had been my one
> painful joy amid the grim, dark gloom. Foul, yet delightful, it was.

> My throat was parched from lack of tea, and my bladder full of piss. My belly
> was swollen, yet pained with new hunger. But that was itself nothing new, or
> easily done away with.

> Where do whores go?

> Why did I just think that? What does that even mean?

> I scratched my backside, vast and broad and snowy-haired beneath its
> covering of weathered, red long underwear. It brought to mind the hair
> beneath my cap, if hair there still was. Aye, the thick and sturdy cap, worn
> on my head even as I slept. It sheltered many secrets. I shuddered to find
> them out.

> At least the hairs of my ears still sprang thick, strong and true.