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squirmeliaI was dissolving metaphors, I tell you.
The metaphorazine contorted and twined around my stomach, becoming so wet and flaccid that it became useless.
The metaphasia was ripped from my chest, and it quickly floated to my feet.
"All that exists is metaphor, and whoever controls our metaphors controls us" swam to its death, and all the metaphors were then dead.
The metaphorazine contorted and twined around my stomach, becoming so wet and flaccid that it became useless.
The metaphasia was ripped from my chest, and it quickly floated to my feet.
"All that exists is metaphor, and whoever controls our metaphors controls us" swam to its death, and all the metaphors were then dead.