
I was a man. Or perhaps a woman. The trials of existence flew away after my seventh dose of Visumira. Now I mediate between othersβ thoughts in a room of white. A sea waits outside, but I will never visit it. Iβm in the perfect spot between heaven and hell.
God, I have to pee.
Iβm a Verse soul. Yarns are too long. I stir images and emotions in my Xperiments kettle to create creamy soup.
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Title | Author | Content | Tags | Categories |
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The doctor | Moral Mandy | The doctor is rapid in his maneuvers stabbing, tugging, stuffing its ugly liver on the limoβs leather seats. Who questions … | Short read, Simple | Macabre, Verses, Xperiments |
It Sketches | Moral Mandy | My mind skipped over Forks and found the center. In this place, My mind It Helps me. Moral Mandy My … | Short read, Simple | Verses, Xperiments |
Liquid Crystal | Moral Mandy | A song And red veins Surge In sumptuous light. Moral Mandy A song And red veins Surge In sumptuous light. | Short read, Simple | No, No, No, No, No, Verses |
Healthy Circuitry | Moral Mandy | I. Closed System In a corner of a room Gray blasts my window frames. My body slumps And eyes clump … | Experimental, Short read | Verses, Xperiments |