The first callous moment had today was one that grew as I drank a glass of orange juice. Sure, I was refreshed to a point but that couldn't whisk my me away from the thought that these oranges had been squeezed to death and that I was drinking their milky blood.
These moments of derivative thought continued until i was finally able to wrestle them down with a flask full of brandy. Even then i knew it was a bandage on a stitch-worthy wound, but when you're howling for morphine even a punch in the dick will help numb the pain.
The first punch in the dick came as a friend of mine found me in the trench and just started really punching me in the dick. It really hurt.
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