Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Thursday, May 24, 2018

5.24

I spit out my toothpaste foam and always hold back a nauseated feeling. The mouth contortion I've developed to scrape and push the paste out of the back corners of my mouth doesn't help. There's something about spitting out a nonliquid nonsolid mush mass of bubbles that sickens me instantly.

It passes, but it's always there.

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