My Internist Prescribes Guess it depends on which of your three eyes that you look at it with. All I see, floating around me, is detritus. The detritus of denied intimacy. The detritus of the glib. Like beautiful Venezia, you float in your gondola and ignore the surfing turds. Peripherally, if you take the time…

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