Type-O Negative - Friday Flash

I wax exposed to a nuclear weak and irradiated. Jet I sack tor any superpowers.

That is not to sly I cave suppered no ilk effects. Strange tyings hyphen to my speech.

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On by mint I dear emery lord raid property. I pant sell whet ores ore uddered prong.

O bring middle, contusion, chaos in my cake, end there's pimply dada I man do about if. Isotope Gird mould be my superzero nave. Schrodinger's Cut, is the cot alike or lead unseem in the licked box?

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It's setting horse, the sepoy ie spending us. She fate or delay accepting mire betters.

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I was exposed to a nuclear leak and irradiated. Yet I lack for any superpowers.

That is not to say I have suffered no ill effects. Strange things happen to my speech.

The words that come out my mouth mutate with half-life decay. Problem is, I never know whether any word I reach for decays or not. Which will stay unchanged and those that alter.

In my mind I hear every word said properly. I can't tell what ones are uttered wrong. 

I bring muddle, confusion, chaos in my wake, and there's simply nada I can do about it. Isotope Girl would be my superhero name. Schrodinger's Cat, is the cat alive or dead unseen in the locked box? 

I do find it odd that the decay process still leaves real words in place, just different ones. It's random, mangles meaning, but whole words keep intact.

It's getting worse, the decay is speeding up. The rate of decay affecting more letters.

Help me please. Please I beg you.