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raze from out of the morass of his basement he dug an old videotape. though it's flecked with fungus from years of being buried somewhere cool and damp, i'm pretty sure it's home to footage of me in a k-hole fifteen years ago, face caked in makeup, the link between mind and body broken.

i do and don't want to see that again.
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voyeur would you prefer someone else to watch? 170411
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raze probably not, unless they were a stranger. it wasn't one of my finer moments. but i have it on good authority that no one has ever seen that tape. it's a bit of a surprise it still exists, given the habit time has of shuffling and misplacing and destroying the impermanent things. 170411
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raze he made me a copy. it's not quite as bad as i remember, though still strange to see again after all this time. one minute i'm surprisingly lucid, unpacking a funny comment someone made about my eye shadow earlier in the night and laughing about it. then my eyes are rolling back in my head and it looks like i'm having a seizure.

not one of my finer moments, to be sure.
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