I coughed and spat a mouthful of socialization from draining sinuses. The cloying chatter of society oily and gritty. Sliding over my teeth; across my tongue. I've never developed a taste for it. It leaves an ashen flavor of lost time in my mouth.
A currency with which I already struggle against erasing the deficit owed to faceless debtors.
Interpersonalization is a shark-oil elixir. Allegedly good for a great deal of what ails me.
I've never seen any improvement.
And too much at a time makes me nauseous.
Well-seasoned dialogue and small spoonfuls are the only things that make it more palatable.
4:40 p.m. - 2015-10-18
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