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Post by Veritas on Sept 29, 2015 22:50:21 GMT -5
' Drunkenness took me ... and I found sorrow mind flooded by memory eyes brimming with tears heart & soul gnawing themselves to mulch ... and at some point amidst the tumult sensory overload washed... lights out then... the sun smiling alarm ringing waking found me opposite ... psyche , on the far shores of some gentle peace re-imagined in between loves teeth
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Post by Aish on Oct 1, 2015 16:13:54 GMT -5
"mulch" stands out as a bit of a sore spot of sorts. It's a good, visceral image and quite horrifying to have ones heart and soul gnawed to mulch, but maybe a different word choice? I think it's because mulch is so organic and I get the implied connection - destruction and decay will also double as protection and fertilizer for new growth after the winter of discontent, and from here "on the far shores" to the end is eloquently beautiful, if not still brutally painful. I just want something tacked on to the end that ties in to the mulch.
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Post by Veritas on Oct 3, 2015 23:27:48 GMT -5
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Post by twistedangel on Oct 27, 2015 4:58:17 GMT -5
A calm after a storm I see in this...awesome imagery...an demons are best fought sober imo
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Post by Veritas on Oct 27, 2015 19:27:08 GMT -5
fighting with demons, no, the giant families are my friends my allies, my home team
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