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Roundabout (Free verse) by nentwined

mad clown carnival ride dissonance chants through a pipe organ and we hear time uncounted that same note hit that same note hit and we smell the burning of our consciousness dribbling into a hole that leads nowhere. a sense of impending crash as the last of us falls through and silence hits us like a wall the puddle starts to reform disoriented centering again in itself when we realise the music came back mad clown carnival ride screaming unintelligible heard but not felt warming our body and pushing the mind into a sweet novocaine daze time uncounted that same dull scream that same dull scream dissonance chants through a pipe organ and we smell the burning of our consciousnness dribbling into a hole that leads everywhere.

nentwined 21-Jul-02/2:01 AM
the log does. though I don't do anything with it but manually. pain in the fucking ass. :) I try to clear obvious ballot stuffings every so often...




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