I donned a red gi rich with tape and superglue. I navigated the mundane and melting sidewalks. The costume ball was the same as always. Punctuated with tunnel vision and bombastics. I was mistaken for my brother more times than I could acknowledge. I slipped away when the suffocation index broke the triple-digit metrics. I returned home to my fallout nest of pleasant fantasy. Covered in filth and disillusionment.
12:12 p.m. - 2017-09-04
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