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When i was young(14?), my mom borrowed a friends rototiller to till her veg. garden.....she calls me over...tiller still running......and shouts over the din," how do you turn it off?!"
i inspected it, saw no kill switch of any kind, so i simply yanked the spark plug wire off. my hand bounced off that thing so hard, it swung around and slapped me in the back of the head. i still glow in the dark.
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This body holding me reminds me of my own mortality
Embrace this moment, remember
We are eternal, all this pain is an illusion ~MJKeenan
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