I die a little every time

Man, my shoulder hurts like kicked nuts. Pinched nerve that runs into my neck. I can't look to my left. I can't jerk off with my left hand. No "Stranger." I never did that anyway.  I prefer "The Expert." I prefer a nice finger-thumb pinch under the helmet at the exact right moment. I prefer to shoot that goop a mile, Pollock the wall.  Pinch it to Pollock. DNA art. Fuck you. Splat. My shoulder feels like a bag full of bloody knuckles. It cracks when I roll it. It hurts. Pinch it to Pollock. I die a little every time. I like dying a little every time. Every time. Every. Time

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