The images inside my head keep crowding out what’s in front of me ..I take my hands off the keyboard ..rub my eyes ..and watch as angels pass ..and neon bolts of lightening flash. They’re still there when I open my eyes ..blocking the computer screen ..well, I really wasn’t doing anything. I follow them down the street ..not stopping for cars or trees ..damned if they don't pass right through everything ..swirling as they go ..moving faster ..I grab hold ..everything becomes a blur ..the roadside turns into a stream ..my lungs burn ..things fly by before my brain has time to find the words ..
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r u fine?
Oh yah ..pure fabrication ..although I do see flashing lights sometimes
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