Maybe a clue?

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My head. It’s going way faster than usual. Just finished looking up what it’s called to live without an iris. And I have no idea how I got there. Does that happen? You start out at one place and end up somewhere without a clue how you there? It’s kinda like that movie The Hangover. But inside my head. I left the house to gather my thoughts and now I’m parked  in an abandoned parking lot in the middle of some farm town.  He came along for the ride and talks for most of it on how many ways serial killers can dump a body without getting caught. From slowly and methodically using a blender’s pulsating option to create a delicate creme’ or discretely haul the body after finding the most sacred place to enshrine them whole. While I don’t really find much interest in this stuff seeing his mouth…

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