a fiesta of charms

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...strange flowers...
...death never seemed particularly final to Carl, rather it
seemed like an idea based around opinions long accumulated by
people that have simply never experienced it... although, he
mentioned, the night before last, that it is possible to die without
actually leaving the body... though he still remained non plussed
in his disdain for the normal perspective of death...
...relative days of thick confusion were soon taken over by
conversations with Carl, about notions rather grandiose to where
we often sat... wall paper cherry red and pink, carpet beige... the
sterility of the beige constantly ushered in thoughts of hospital
rooms, padded walls with strange voices sounding obstructive
procedures involving apparatus pushed into and out of rectum’s
attached to bodies waiting to die... for Carl had spent a month
working for Dr Padow and had quickly become accustomed to a
weird fabric of life... existence adhering to different clandestine
realms, where experiments abound... in his third week Dr Padow
had explained how to treat a reptilian for wounds only referred
to as legions oozing some sort of unaccounted fluid... Dr Padow
would, according to Carl, always fall short of finishing his
sentences, which would instead drift into non sequiturs doused
in homoerotic discourses about the way things should be... the
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