Synesthesia

[kakayaraznica]

Muscles and sinews containing people meet and join and undulate against one another in a language too poignant to be spoken. Suddenly, quietly, i lose anchor and i am falling, slipping out of this reality and into my own. My eyes refocus and i vortex into the vision of her body, every line of it rebranding itself into me with unerring memory of

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[naymit]

very nice. James Joyce and Anthony Burgess would have been proud, too :)

[kakayaraznica]

Joyce? how do you mean?

[naymit]

umm, there doesn't seem to be any paragraphs... ohh and it is also very complex and symbolic :) and there definitely seems to be a powerful stream of consciousness :)

[kakayaraznica]

and Burgess? preferably with excerpt.

[naymit]

Here you go, love:

Bliss, bliss and heaven... it was gorgeousness and gorgeosity made flesh...Oh, it was wonder of wonders... And then, a bird of like rarest spun heavenmetal, or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now...

or

And the first thing that flashed into my gulliver was that I'd like to have her right down there on the floor with the old in-out, real savage.

or

and for a change, my personal favorite:
No time for the old in-out, love. I've just come to read the meter.