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betwixt
somewhere between the "click" and the slide of ink to paper he lost everything he thought he was made of. somewhere between the smell of her perfume and the taste of her lips he thought he just may have found it. until he wrote about it again. in the fuzzfogshishishwvuptidshishishish between fm stations ;where Three Dog Night and Led Zep compete for moodspace ;he wonders why it can't all be as simple as and old radio dial. Joy-to-da-fishes in-fucking-deeeeeed. somewhere between then and there he knows that's where he's always been. between flicking a smoke through the crack in the window and wishing he hadn't because maybe just maybe there was one more drag between the cherry and the filter he wonders why he had never noticed all the inbetweens before.
Chris "the beak doctor" Groah is a hippiebilliepsycadeliadude from the middle of nowhere, VA. He vomits words from his eyes and they find they're way to the paper in the same splatterspray form you see in his brain. He also touches himself more than he will admit to.