that lump they call your brain

created by BiggPoppaliscious
(idea) by BiggPoppaliscious (6 mon) (print)   (I like it!) Wed Nov 22 2000 at 7:13:48
Staring through a frosted window pane
I see only writhing shapes
Reality squirms and slips away
The pain of understanding
The subtle joy
Of slow
And systematic
loss
of
conciousness
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