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Tuesday, 17 February 2009

Upside-down flower pot

One giant explosion, complicated interior of the brain. Your mind cuts in before you can actually say anything. This is like playing cards, frustrating games. Then you find yourself doing sharp intakes of bubbly-sounding breaths. See, your happiness could be such an inconvenience headache for some. You thought for once you should've hit the skylight but all you really want is some luck.

Now these all felt like you were gang-banged in the skull and chest and when you came round you're all burnt-out and underaspired.

I was lost and found myself swimming in your mouth.