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Illusion

Conversations in third person, shaking legs, hands, feet, and fingers. Diabetes, fish, multiple sclerosis, muscular dystrophy, lupus, cancer, AIDS, Chucky, sticks, trains, sunglasses, tampons, menopause, pregnancy, threats, crippleness, the end of the world, all of this masked through a nightmarish confusion. Chemical sprays sprays smelling like cinnamon and perfumes erasing daily memories, burning nostrils, concealment, witches, aliens, demons, and monsters in agreement. All folklore and imaginary fantasy. What a mental conclusion. One awakens to find that it's just an illusion.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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