true barren destitution, suckling at the dusty remnants of a dried river bed, divining rod extended at the crotch...
arid desert breaths, emitting puffs of dust from cracked and flaking lips, smacking tongue, dry heaving drops of acrid bile up into the back of the throat and a little bit even onto the taste buds.
show me a glass of water. just show it to my face long enough only for my eyes to signal to my brain that it is water. "is this what you are looking for, sir?"
but. despite it being precisely what i need, i'll not be sure how to answer. and so i'll equivocate until you line me up against a wall and pulverize me with a fire hose.
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