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December 14, 2002
think tank straight like a foetal thingy and a wave of floating something in a sponge to be consumed by another hungry parasite ready to cling to the host to attack like a worthy marksman a fallen sky somewhere in the desert and to be found by a speaking tree to feel the heat in a pocket of dreams and to be cautioned by a thousand screaming souls darkness and night and reflection of time to be whistled back in again with the thought of everything that has ever happened once again turning round in your brain in your brain