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I can no longer sleep at night without twisting my neck and grinding the molars. The screech or my teeth wakes me up at night. It becomes enough to reach for the muffs and pynchon to drown out the stress with the silence of an impending v-2. Tersely I turn fingers through the beard searching out those short hard bristles around the chin to pull out and munch on. That's where the protein is. Well the most I can find under lock-down. Why I eat myself for the one hundred percent absorption and complete redistribution. Just the other day I took something from my ear to rebuild my foot. And I am walking again. I am no longer sitting on the thumbnail biting off the edges of concern. I am ready to face these raging streets if the modern metro beast. I am not animal corn I am not pig feed.