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More fragments.
Reader whose narrative expectations are deliberately subverted.
Reader whose process of consciousness is precisely described.
Yikes. How to measure that. Column inches. Pixel density. Sound bytes. Poetry.
Creating
(constructing) something from nothing, or some thing from other things, if you will, however that occurs. (The pig!)Something we have in common, or something that you perceive in me that seems strange and oddly familiar at the same time, like finding an old cast-off shoe that fits perfectly.
We perfectly perceive in me that strange and old something that fits that cast-off time, an oddly familiar shoe seems like finding in common something you have at, or the same.
Whoa!
Peaking. Not "coherent". Ideas, words drifting off like thought balloons inflated with helium. Floating. Blowing them up one by one and sending them off. My breath like metallic blue meth Owsley acid zen gas of the pure crystal Chi.
