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Midday thoughts of sticky sewn up words.
Interrupt my mind with corruption of perception.
Take my hand.
Round-a-bout the topsy turvy plane.
Joyride cynisisms and creation in the doldrums.
I see thre horizon, though with steps.
So much farther away there.
Hairs creep across a true ly bleary view.
Screaming sounds like make things like...
Words.
Now that have no meaning left in them.
That don't help me ease this.
And youht gone between fingers of callous empty touch.
Don't believe me.
So don't touch me.
But how I do love the simmer-whisper-hummmm
of your voice.
I talk too much to make no sense.
But break up these letters and drink out my disease.
Eminating crystal themes from between the point.
Warmth caresses itself from out my fingers.
Earthly delights.
Tasty chippings of drywall personality.

Still with me?

*Written towards the end of the school day during class. (Yes...I was paying arttention..er...for the most part.) Like it says, continuation on a series. Check 'em out if you like.