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| Psychotic Dream. Asleep in a symbiotic flotation tank Head lazily fastened backwards Four hands playing with my head Urgently working on something Tingling the back of my head I leave my body to observe what. Two people wear white robes and masks They work and pass surgical knifes. Seeing my brain exposed Soft and urgent looking Moving like pulsing vulvas. It makes me hungry Looking closer seeing They slowly cut My brain in half. Then sit me up vertical My eyes can’t move Transfixed on a fish aquarium Big fish eyes look back at me They all smile together and say There you are now all better. Instantly alone walking Through a blazing dessert Hearing a distant rumble Looking to it, seeing A cloud of dust gets closer Four wild rearing horses Trample over me Laying me flat on my back Looking to see They pull a carriage With wheels protruding blades Trying to stand to escape It runs over me. Looking again My body separated Into severed pieces Looking again to see My body gone Just two eyes Lay in the sand My eyes Somehow blinking Alone in the sand. Pressed spread eagled Back against a towering cliff Below rocks and roaring sea Body slowly falls Towards sharp rocks Arms pushed out to them They easily move away Like floating drifting Through space Moving forward My body through space Pushing away drifting orbs Speed hastening Everything a streaking blur Falling towards earth Passing through earth Laying motionless In a sparkling void Breathless breathing out - Planets emit from my mouth And circle my head Trying to laugh But more planets emit from my mouth They circle my legs. Distant people begin to get closer They all peer at me Knowing them all My mother, father and sister dancing Me trying to join in with them At the centre of a room Surrounded by a circle of people Holding binoculars to their eyes All looking at me I ask what they are looking at They all reply in unison Your severed brain. They begin to close in on me So I dig a hole Deep down To some odd shaped wooden door That won’t open Scraping hard with fingers Fingers bleed and bone protrudes Splintering the door open with bone Finding it is a coffin lid And myself inside I weep hopelessly Shaking my other body It crumbles away Into dust Where four wild rearing horses Come pulling a carriage Side doors open Staggering in It speeds me away With slamming doors Taking me home Dropping me onto A Psychiatrist’s couch. |
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How can anyone stop eating sweets? Man.. I'd just about die if I couldn't have sweet stuff...
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No wonder you had to stop... So what are you eating then these days?
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