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Click hereHead blasting.
Senses erupting.
Racing erratical thoughts,
spewing forth. Throwing up
minds dead weight.
Pounding parade, rushing ...
Throwing shots, of feverish
frustration. bam bam bam
Bammmm
Hear tattooing beat, of the
drummers. Using sticks of joy,
that turned torturous. Tightening
tendons, slamming into hates hut.
Marching across acres. Anointing
the temptation, to strike out.
Sluggish snails, slithering in the ally
of memory. Coating their slime
on the walls, of melt down.
this was a tough one for me to work with. i couldn't even get anything to flow with it. you've done that. you've captured a mind when it is under a lot of duress. i love this little spot immensely:
slamming into hates hut.
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nicely done.........don
like Deep Forest music...it has that transdance effect....nice pen...smiles/blue