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[novapsyche]

I can write whatever comes to me.
It's shiver like that. Ridiculous time to play.
Outright annoyance and little rivers.
Articulate what's going on. What's a poem?
Who knows? Anyway, the car's going to crash.
It's ash. It's time to go. Let's get onboard
and ride out. Where are we going? Let's find out
as we go. Later on, the timbre of the salutation
rings out in layers. I crumble. Many men have
found the sound to be quite alluring; women tend
to cry out and wipe their eyes. I hope nothing
comes of this dream, where I stab men in campers
for taking what doesn't belong to them. We were
heading for a dive, I wanted a greasy burger.
The one I was offered was pink. They said
it was good. Who knows. Then I had to dive into
a video game, virtual water. I thought
I would drown, but if I pressed straight up, I could
get back to safety. I found what I needed, buried
in the lake, I climbed a rope, but my friends and
nemeses were attached to me so I had to stab at them
to get away. And I did. I don't know what was
the prize. But it made a victory sound.