i looked at an empty cheetos bag in a ashtray coffee can tonight. i wanted
to fill the bag back up with cheetos, reseal it, and put it back on the
shelf of a mini mart with the rest of the cheetos bags, so it wouldn't
feel so lonely. i wanted to hug it and say, "i know. i know how you
feel." i wanted to trade places with the cheetos bag because it could
use my body better than i can.
fuck.
fuck.
fucked.
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