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myanimalcracker Joined Wed 02/27/08 Posts: 900	Mon 11/10/08 11:38 AM
The orange pill makes the bed a trapdoor. I’m swallowed by the floor into dreamless sleep. The night is an unnerving tunnel of lost time. This life is a spongiform brain. Six hours drain away. It’s time travel. My legs waver when I wake and stand. Thoughts unravel. There’s the blue light before dawn, a mariner’s mirage of land. Anything could’ve happened when I was gone. My feet are out of place on the floor. The door swings as I list and catch the wall. In the hall there’s long exaggerated blinking. I’m sinking back. The drug’s still soaking cells. Each morning I look back at the pit, sit on the porch, watch the people drive to work. Each day’s a picture with holes in it. Nights awake have been excised. With the evening pill I ask “Is this better? These hours the mind dies?”

d4tc Joined Tue 04/15/08 Posts: 2754	Mon 11/10/08 12:41 PM
Awesome!

jimz Joined Sun 06/24/07 Posts: 2365	Mon 11/10/08 01:11 PM
awesome

ddn122 Joined Mon 11/05/07 Posts: 12855	Mon 11/10/08 01:18 PM
nice

pkd1220 Joined Thu 05/24/07 Posts: 8318	Mon 11/10/08 01:22 PM
Great descriptions throughout...one line struck me as so horribly sad-don't know why-it just did "Each day's a picture with holes in it." (((myanimalcracker)))

s1owhand Joined Fri 05/18/07 Posts: 29437	Mon 11/10/08 04:49 PM
The orange pill makes the bed a trapdoor. I’m swallowed by the floor into dreamless sleep. The night is an unnerving tunnel of lost time. This life is a spongiform brain. Six hours drain away. It’s time travel. My legs waver when I wake and stand. Thoughts unravel. There’s the blue light before dawn, a mariner’s mirage of land. Anything could’ve happened when I was gone. My feet are out of place on the floor. The door swings as I list and catch the wall. In the hall there’s long exaggerated blinking. I’m sinking back. The drug’s still soaking cells. Each morning I look back at the pit, sit on the porch, watch the people drive to work. Each day’s a picture with holes in it. Nights awake have been excised. With the evening pill I ask “Is this better? These hours the mind dies?” (((myanimalc))) finding a perfect rest here... inspired..."while you were out" and "the procedure"

Unknow Joined Sat 03/15/08 Posts: 1972	Mon 11/10/08 05:44 PM
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myanimalcracker Joined Wed 02/27/08 Posts: 900	Mon 11/10/08 06:00 PM
Thank you Jason jimz ddn pkd Harold Bill

MsWizard Joined Sun 07/01/07 Posts: 5488	Mon 11/10/08 06:14 PM
The orange pill makes the bed a trapdoor. I’m swallowed by the floor into dreamless sleep. The night is an unnerving tunnel of lost time. This life is a spongiform brain. Six hours drain away. It’s time travel. My legs waver when I wake and stand. Thoughts unravel. There’s the blue light before dawn, a mariner’s mirage of land. Anything could’ve happened when I was gone. My feet are out of place on the floor. The door swings as I list and catch the wall. In the hall there’s long exaggerated blinking. I’m sinking back. The drug’s still soaking cells. Each morning I look back at the pit, sit on the porch, watch the people drive to work. Each day’s a picture with holes in it. Nights awake have been excised. With the evening pill I ask “Is this better? These hours the mind dies?” Ah, there's my talented girl~Excellent piece.

LAMom Joined Tue 12/12/06 Posts: 26866	Sat 11/15/08 04:51 AM
Ms C

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iam4u Joined Fri 10/13/06 Posts: 30096	Sat 11/15/08 11:46 AM
I hope that what has taken you away will allow to return. If you feel a need to have someone listen to you, PLEASE email me and I'll be your ear. May GOD help you find your peace. This is a great write..

ArtGurl Joined Sun 04/08/07 Posts: 17722	Sat 11/15/08 01:21 PM
Wow, fantastic emotional depth

AngelLight Joined Sat 04/12/08 Posts: 4817	Sat 11/15/08 01:28 PM
Great write...(((((())))))