What was I doing?
Oh, I completely forgot.
This is for haiku.

After producing my third pound of nasal mucus and lung oysters this morning, thankfully no longer with blood, one tends to lose track of counting silly bulls.

Is it mold or dust?
Or demonic possession?
Out, you fucking whore!

Get out of my head!
Netti pot holy water.
Tried everything else.

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