the noise the pain the underoccuring stain

"she wasn't even in the shower yet, her hair was standing up... hahahahahahahaha ha," said the loudest gaffawster among the caffeinading crowd... surging voices, plucking strings, hackle, sounds of me me me, not nor neither, try and reconsider the suching for search sweet sarrows, oh, the mix of bliss and blasphemy - such a heady combination such a heated pause,,, "you play, and i'll lead the cords. Here," said the grandpa to his notso grandson't. they speak of him now with tongues plucking like peeling pickled sugar beats. whatever that means.

she assumes too much

nine little sock monkeys knockin' upon my door. knockknockknocking on my chamber door. pleathermore?

nine little naughty sock monkeys. will come more? i sit i, in this brick house, all third little piggied up, safe be me. safe from silli monkies playing lobos... ah ha! Lobos? Upon my chamber door?

pleathermore!

when will the echos of her answers come? does each little button eyed wonder consider herself the only? wanderment, goes mi mynd.

and so i ig nore... pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeathermoooooooooooore.

... snore.

(later that same morning)

i had the best sleep i've had in so long.

pheeeew!

(whipes eye boogers from out his eyes)

a dream realization:

release can hurt. like pulling out a barbed thorn. it tears to remove it, but more so it releaves.

pull the arrow out! shouted the spiked haired buddha in her robes of sand. pull the arrow out!

lung cookies. my arrows be. i let the filth slid from me, and hach-ach! them out. big chunks of green slime. i am free. kiss me.

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