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so here I sit.
nervous system wide awake, but brain just a minute fuzz.
as if the grey twists and ripples are on standby powered by emergency back up generators
head phones are the answer, I could speak though sounds silently to my self via time recorded acoustical nuance, bypassing my environment and injecting sound directly into my brain. I can wear a set of reversed yet sympathetic ears, telephony for headcases. congested sounds plug up financial loopWhole foods, perfectly stacked pear pyramids. organic, as if for decades our civilization has been living on canned neon carbon fibre and isosceles book bounded bakers dozens. a canadian will rally against a two tier health care system but will welcome a two tier food system - conventional or organic yet - punk food might be the solution. the paper tiger is hungry, mandibles sloshed, radiant spine sludge - who told Regan he could spear the honeydew mellon with mellow persimmons mahogany wood flints? probably a total stranger. meeting a new person; eating out Elle McPherson. total stranger - yet 'er' implies a comparison, like the this person is more strange than the last. maybe every subsequent person is increasingly strange? that would only make sense if the game was to meet yourself - ew, I'd rather not.
nervous system wide awake, but brain just a minute fuzz.
as if the grey twists and ripples are on standby powered by emergency back up generators
head phones are the answer, I could speak though sounds silently to my self via time recorded acoustical nuance, bypassing my environment and injecting sound directly into my brain. I can wear a set of reversed yet sympathetic ears, telephony for headcases. congested sounds plug up financial loopWhole foods, perfectly stacked pear pyramids. organic, as if for decades our civilization has been living on canned neon carbon fibre and isosceles book bounded bakers dozens. a canadian will rally against a two tier health care system but will welcome a two tier food system - conventional or organic yet - punk food might be the solution. the paper tiger is hungry, mandibles sloshed, radiant spine sludge - who told Regan he could spear the honeydew mellon with mellow persimmons mahogany wood flints? probably a total stranger. meeting a new person; eating out Elle McPherson. total stranger - yet 'er' implies a comparison, like the this person is more strange than the last. maybe every subsequent person is increasingly strange? that would only make sense if the game was to meet yourself - ew, I'd rather not.