STONED CONFESSIONS...
...love that "thump-thump, beat-beat" that sometimes the swift inhale makes...almost like you're dancing inside yourself like a strange parade of bouncing feet: a blazed mother thunder and the night blitz like purple wire...vine skies of saxophone black...tulip-soft and feeling so sun like the razor's edge...always a paragraph too short of a word...always a stereo so deep that I run through the wires of green shades, of blue shades, a yellow and orange maze, while my shades are always almost always black. Golly! I must be seeing what I'm thinking because I'm hearing when I'm saying and I'm puzzled by that...
...love that "thump-thump, beat-beat" that sometimes the swift inhale makes...almost like you're dancing inside yourself like a strange parade of bouncing feet: a blazed mother thunder and the night blitz like purple wire...vine skies of saxophone black...tulip-soft and feeling so sun like the razor's edge...always a paragraph too short of a word...always a stereo so deep that I run through the wires of green shades, of blue shades, a yellow and orange maze, while my shades are always almost always black. Golly! I must be seeing what I'm thinking because I'm hearing when I'm saying and I'm puzzled by that...
realistic67:
Your writing's very poetic....