How I would keep my soul and throw my body asunder.
A seventh day spend awakening poised for the first wrench.
A day full of possibilities spent finding whichever position feels least grim.
'One cool thing a month' was the plan.
February has brought nothing but misery and boredom.
A chance to walk over fire, snatched, as I can barely walk over carpet.
May March bring with it better tidings as I curse this month and my body's incompetence.
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