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Explode

                                                      I'
                                                   m
                                                    in
                                                   a
                                                    r-
                                              oom filled
                                          with psychedelic 
                                      machines.           Each 
                                  with a trigger about to blow
                                One look. One word. One hand
                              gesture. And their time is up. Ex-
                            plode! I try to say something kind...
                          something to mitigate...instead, "I'm
                          not going to listen to this crap." Am I
                            the monster they claim me to be? Is
                             my skin green? Are my eyes red? 
                                 Teeth clenched like rods on
                                         barred windows?  
                                            Time to...

                                        EXPLODE!  

                                                 
                            
                                               

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