thick and fast
an unexpected limerick
abstruse processes going on in my head
I cannot concentrate, I sound like a bonehead
languages, inspirations, images, sounds, words, connections worn
mixed with this machine-like popcorn
popping up at random, cutting life’s thread
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Mescaline Brisset
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