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That was the last time we touched.

The pressure that had pushed the pencil

transmuted the pencil's intestine into my body.

My body consists of scattered organs:

One ear, one eye, and a single leg.

I have no mouth but I can speak.

I never question why.

I just don't have that kind of logic.

My character is to be forever incomplete,

because my creator has already cancelled my future.

The reason behind it is unknown.

A monetary factor?

A top-down order?

A pandemic?

I am an innate wreckage.

I am a pressure transplanted.

I am a past future imperfect continuous tense.

I am neither a representation nor a replacement.

I've never been "real", but I do exist.

My life is merely an unfinished sketch.

I only keep looping myself in a few loops.

And I'm never realistic or rational.

Though, rationality is often unrealistic

and realism is at times irrational.

I am elastic,

slippery, weightless, aimless,

and perpetually childlike.

I've never been paid.

I am a free sample.

I produce no sweat.

I am a serious threat.

Fed up.

Hate myself.

Nauseated.

Yearn for obscenity.

Spit.

Gibberish.

Want to die.

The public syndromes that have been coerced into my private ill-being.

There're only disavowals;

and those who are prompt to bureaucratically categorise me

either as "whiny" or as "abnormal".

Dear all monkey comrades,

let's no longer believe in all the unprogressive cults.

It's unnecessary for us

to respect our fathers, mothers, religions,

or even Rama.

Those beliefs are obsolete now.

I'd read about Mr. Sanae Klaikleun from a newspaper called "Pim Thai".

It said that he had been experimenting

and succeeded in making a first part of a Thai animation.

With its incomplete status, he then tried to approach the government,

via the Film Division of Thai Air force

asking them to support his animation that would promote agricultural policy

encouraged by Field Marshal Plaek Pibulsongkram,

the prime minister of that time.

Unfortunately, the government rejected his proposal,

giving the reason that

no one would want to see animation;

People prefer live action movie.

Together with feeling deeply disappointed,

Mr. Sanae became seriously ill.

He'd gotten a lung problem for some time

due to his disciplined routine of hard working on animation

which requires him to live in chemical-filled environment.

He eventually died in the end of the year 1947,

without achieving his dream in making a Thai animation.

The newspaper "Pim Thai" published some still shots of his unfinished animation:

one is the still of peasants hanging about the fence

and the other is a shot of a chicken looking for food on the ground.

I can move

because I can erase and redraw myself.

I can start anew.

I have no hands.

I just don't have that kind of logic.

I've been committing suicide repeatedly,

to enable movement.

STUCK

ROUGH

STUCK (MOVEMENT) ROUGH.

What is "movement"?

Dot.

Dot.

Dot, dot.

Dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot.

I no longer care whether I will be "real" or not,

whether I will be complete or ever disperse,

whether I will be the original, a copy, a note, or memes,

whether I will be a hiccup or a choke,

or a surface, flat, no depths and intermittent,

becoming scabs, rashes, or ringworms.

I no longer care if I'm becoming junk, weapon, or merchandise.

I no longer care if I'm becoming junk, weapon, or merchandise.

I no longer care if I'm becoming junk, weapon, or merchandise.

Low

Three, up, repeat.

Look down.

Green. Green.

Snack

Shell and drag good (Unidentifiable words)

just, grab, creak, rise, prison, goat

(Unidentifiable words)

Show, cloud, recover, fall Roll, loud, loud, clamp

Foam, cut, slim fit (Unidentifiable words)

(Unidentifiable words)

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