Hurt Morning

“Ooooh… my brains…”

“Well, look who is among the living.”

“Oh Marko I am not feel so good my head and guts 
been in a fight. What are you widdle?”

“Not sure yet.”

“The bright is so stab at my eyes. The widdle is so loud in my brains. 
Every thing of my self is hurt.”

“That’s too bad.”

“Ooooh… Only one do about it the hair of a dog. When I am stand up ok 
I go to the swamp and find more purples for feel better.”

“I don’t think that’s gonna happen.”

“Why is my head like a sand hippo stand on it and my belly feel so in side out? 
Why my skin all bruise and feel like bugs crawl around on me? Why is my tongue like a old sock?”

“You act like a fool, you suffer like one.”

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