Kidnapped! Dragged by the hair and folded like an old suit into the back of a trunk! Driven in hot desert dust and chinks of light! Left to die of thirst in a dark cell with a spider buddy and more chinks of light! Hallucinating angels and six-foot cool glasses of beer! Piercing hunger! Madness! Preening despite the conditions! Slicking back greased hair and rubbing dirt into skin! Sex a secret luxury! Stoic torture! What day is it!? Why, sir, it's New Year's Day! A flick of the tongue! Across tips of the teeth! A smile, a flash, a burst, and freedom! The end of old suffering! The end of old skins! The end of all scrimping and wringing and churn! The start of flight! The start of barely, of healthy, of true.
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