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[spinningbelljar]

i hear and i see a barrage of sounds and images, spilling like wine out of a glass. they spin (round and round) in these brains of mush; and they trickle out of my ears (drip. drip.) into a fat puddle on the floor.

but,

condensationand it's all inside again

Comments

[raymond_yong]

whenever i read your posts, it's beautifully descriptive like a thousand images rushing to me. *bliss*