Drunks imagine bugs,
say they were climbing.
that if I would panic, imagine worms and insects throughout the body. and a huge moth insists suck lips. ants under the skin, marching between the veins with blood flies swimming. with those who end up as spaghetti worms (inside the mouth) and the legs feel crunchy bite, and little juices, health, little juices of the cockroach.
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