old swollen blues the train station drew closer, first train aching rattle over the tracks, empty stomach feeling. Dirt more than just dirt lifted in the air. Like a mind presence of dirt can hardly move with ease can hardly allow anything but dark of skull space leading to that brightness in the blood; it was like suddenly seeing old dreams thought lost, hearing voice of one thought past away long ago; all the sounds you ever had made having left the world, could once more return?
-- "A Johnny Paranthesis" at birkensnake properly secretly - - __here__
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