So here I am sitting in Suburban Georgia at my computer desk wearing a gas mask, and I'm thinking to myself, "Fuckin' Hell it's hot." Already the fog has settled in on the two little windows that allow me passage to the outside world which I cannot now smell. The filter in this mask is new so I am assured of not breathing in anyone elses corrupt body particles. The only thing that I am taking in at the moment is me. I eat of myself. I can feel my heart pounding in the flesh of my head as the straps on my mask dig small furrows into my scalp. I can only assume that they are preventing some of the smaller vessels which carry blood around my head from functioning. I get a hair cut tomorrow.

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I have removed the mask from my face and am now partaking in the living system once more. My head is throbbing, I cannot help but think of the level one boss in the Nintendo 8 bit version of Blaster Master.