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Monday, February 05, 2007Idea!The orange street light is blistering in my eye,shining as a broken sun through the purple grass everything's brown, dark, seemingly still, as if the hand of Death is upon my head, while I sit back and relax letting my mind flow, as a river full of little shiny fishes flows underneath the bridge of life. They're such a multitude, electric thunders in the black water, such white and blinking vibrations, perceptions of my neutrons. Hard to distinguish, as hard it is to separate a child from his or her mother. But I made it, and came out of the dark tunnell, out of that bed made of muddy dirt of my conscience, and realized that I caught one of those fishes, that I separed the proton from its natural atom, and it weighs about a ton: an idea, that is!
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"that bed made of muddy dirt of my conscience... " that is the line that really did it for me, for some strangge reason. lovely poem.
 posted by Cadet Amelia : 11:58 AM, February 07, 2007
"electric thunders in the black water..." great images and concept. this was fun to read.
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