Writers Parasite [Contains Adult Language & Situations]

[Lipinski]

Marbles

Flick of the thumb to send out fate
Steelie, cats eye, boulder, and...
"Click."

One for the bag, one for me

Again, a flick of the thumb risking a clear blue for a large green
only
a miss and now, the others turn.

Toss and roll, a throw, a hit, a miss,
The bag gets smaller
Larger
Smaller
Larger...

Turn after turn while the world turns
Soon, it is a day
another day,
with marbles in play.

[Lipinski]

Sweeping dust against the wind, breathing in the toil
Turmoil above as clouds seek to spin
while a knuckle bleeds.

Grinder sounding as the wood grain releases
An instant less than a second
and there goes some skin

Mixture of sweat, blood, and tears
Standing tall as the rain falls and the dust spins
Clean concrete though and wounds which will heal
waiting for the grinder to make scars and beauty
again.

[Lester Curtis]

Hey, now, dontcha know you aren't supposed to be hand-holding the workpiece while you're using a power tool on it?

[Lipinski]

"Robin likes holding his piece with his hand. In fact he thinks it's a power tool..."

That's enough parasite. Geesh. Don't you have some poison to drink, a dolphin to ravish. Maybe go on a looooong vacation to anywhere but here?

"Nope. I like to see you squirm."
*

Hey Lester, you're right. But I have to hold the wood while grinding so to really sculpt it into what it was meant to be. Plus, scars are cool!

Busy making some wood stuff on a home I'm building for a man. I use an extra large, extra course grinding wheel with all the safety stuff removed and sometimes, the grinder bites a chunk out of me. Yesterday was a doozy of a bite.

Got that movie you told me about. Gonna watch it this weekend.

Thanks for looking in. And the inspiration.
***

Looking In

Soul searching it's been said of life
Life a place of searching.

Traveling a world where a world exists
Looking for what's inside.

Seeing
So many worlds.

Beauty.
Love.
Ugly.
Hate.

So many paths to follow
leading to a question,
can we keep what we find inside?

[Lipinski]

Inspired by the Deklyen family. The mother refused chemo to give birth. She died of her illnessso the baby was delivered very premature and 'lived' for two weeks. Two weeks. So short for some, a lifetime for others.
****

Billions of years known to a planet called, Earth.
Placed layers upon layers of sediment to show
life.

Past life of trillions upon billions
now
a part of dust.

Humans.
So short of lifespan
So short a part of earth
and yet
for all the struggle to survive
the will to create
to be...

So many, choose death
even for the smallest, most fragile creations of self
a womb filled with a baby.

Abortion.
Termination.
Just think, if the Sun had a choice of being for life or against
what would happen
if it
winked...

[Lipinski]

Inside there is a feeling, feeling bad, feeling good, feeling
strange

Strange how the day flies by without wings, without pause
passing

Passing on the ways of what is and what will be
watching

Watching outside, the world as it turns
wondering

Wondering.
Watching.
Passing.
Strange.

Inside there is a feeling, feeling bad, feeling good, feeling
alive.

[Lipinski]

Belly of the Beast

Rumbling beneath red ruby eyes, beneath the winds of tongue,
curled claw grasping ore of creation
mixed reeds smashed by combing tail;
a sound.

Wings extended to fill with clouds; spirit worlds mingle
the old
the new;
a sound.

Stirring... can you feel? No, can you hear it?
Feeling sound, hearing the feel?
A mountain moves beneath a comets tail
Fish hide this night while crickets cry of cold and loss of warmer times;
a sound.

Centuries have passed forward while the beast dwelt with sleep from the past
Chest heaving ever so slowly; heart of lava competing with sunlight
Again... can you feel? No, can you hear it?
a sound.

Sky blinking into and and out of reality, into and out of darkness and light
Moon mocking sun, sun laughing, sons and daughters of lightning try
thriving, moving, soaring, aloof from the trials of mundane life;
a sound.

It stirs from dreams, roaring silently so much so stars flee
and yet still flows the ebb and flow of tide
the cry of babies breath
a fledgling taking first flight;
a sound.

In all the cosmos, in all the worlds dead and alive
the dragon beast
the monster
sighs.

[Lipinski]

Tonights drabble, or dribble, or, heck, lets just call it like it is. Tonight's crap is inspired by the recent medical procedure Lester underwent. He got a brain transfer. Hopefully his cat was not involved with pushing the wrong buttons.

We all know how the evolution of just the English language and thus writing has changed over the past 500 years or so. And along with the evolution, so too, science. Hard to believe what is now taken for granted. Electricity. Plumbing. Aviation. Space exploration. But since this is a writing site, just check out some old children's books and notice the elevated level of word usage only 100 years ago. Today, most adults could not understand most of those words, yet to be fair, those same can understand the guts of computers and the new language of computers. (gigabytes, terrabytes, downloads, virus, malware...shit, my head hurts trying to figure out this new computer. Old one got a nice bath and sputtered, sparked, and died)

Shows how hard it is for the human brain to multi-task, instead concentrating on the 'flavor of the month' regarding science, writing, and life in general'.

Currently, social media, the world in general, and just about everyone alive... is caught up in the wave of being 'offended' by just about everything. Global warming. Trump. Sexual identity. Confederate statues. Race. Religion. Great scott, everyone seems so high strung and offended I just might have to take a knee the next time McDonald's has a commercial on TV regarding the virtues of big macs.

***

Operation

Lurking in the hearts of men lays a blackness of self
Inside to show a reveal
where beats the feeling...
what is
what is not
real.

To breath polluted air or eat the flesh of a baby cow, veal.
Sexual identity where man is woman and woman is man, with some choosing neither and relate better
with seals.

Free speech replaced with hate
Control to replace the real
Education replaced with indoctrination
Nations filled with mindless minds of people.

Where is the zest, the yeast, the spice of reaching new horizons
where people explore and test with smiles
Helping others with a reaching hand no matter the color, the choices, the smells, looks, intelligence, beliefs...

To me, to walk naked in a over clothed world,
absorbing all,
tasting all,
seeing all,
feeling all,
being all...
to me, to be able to smile and be,
now that is what the doctor ordered
and is truly
real.

[Lipinski]

Dreams are the means for a body to think it is alive while already deceased
Within a skull
With a body
with arms flailing
with legs kicking
what really is the corporal compared to being alive and flying in the air as a bird
switching to swimming with gills
riding bolts of lightning
burrowing to the center of the earth...

I'll live in a dream any day and leave this body to rot away the night.

[Lipinski]

While delivering slab wood to a man on top of the world today I got the pleasure of seeing two young bull elk. For me, elk are forest spirits. They have a familial standing. A special language. And of course, very inspirational.
***
Forest Spirit

By the Hand the world was created
Worlds holding worlds and within
the creatures.

Fin. Fur. Feather.
For each there are numbers of so many
special.

Tall whispering pine beneath a tiny moon
Bending with the shadows
Hiding above rooted trails.

They come this way as they will
Cows, calves, bulls
Silent with sounds only for each other.

One moment they are there
One moment they are gone
Leaving memories in the air and tracks on the path
brothers and sisters where this world mixes with the World.

[Lipinski]

Hello beckons with goodbye
To see a sun set with such magnificence \
and knowing even the moon holds
such significance.

Goodbye hello
Hello goodbye
both sound so glass half full, half empty.

Foolish folly on the part of I
where really
it all matters when dealing with
light.

[Lester Curtis]

Tonights drabble, or dribble, or, heck, lets just call it like it is. Tonight's crap is inspired by the recent medical procedure Lester underwent. He got a brain transfer. Hopefully his cat was not involved with pushing the wrong buttons.

We all know how the evolution of just the English language and thus writing has changed over the past 500 years or so. And along with the evolution, so too, science. Hard to believe what is now taken for granted. Electricity. Plumbing. Aviation. Space exploration. But since this is a writing site, just check out some old children's books and notice the elevated level of word usage only 100 years ago. Today, most adults could not understand most of those words, yet to be fair, those same can understand the guts of computers and the new language of computers. (gigabytes, terrabytes, downloads, virus, malware...shit, my head hurts trying to figure out this new computer. Old one got a nice bath and sputtered, sparked, and died)

Shows how hard it is for the human brain to multi-task, instead concentrating on the 'flavor of the month' regarding science, writing, and life in general'.

Currently, social media, the world in general, and just about everyone alive... is caught up in the wave of being 'offended' by just about everything. Global warming. Trump. Sexual identity. Confederate statues. Race. Religion. Great scott, everyone seems so high strung and offended I just might have to take a knee the next time McDonald's has a commercial on TV regarding the virtues of big macs.

***

Operation

Lurking in the hearts of men lays a blackness of self
Inside to show a reveal
where beats the feeling...
what is
what is not
real.

To breath polluted air or eat the flesh of a baby cow, veal.
Sexual identity where man is woman and woman is man, with some choosing neither and relate better
with seals.

Free speech replaced with hate
Control to replace the real
Education replaced with indoctrination
Nations filled with mindless minds of people.

Where is the zest, the yeast, the spice of reaching new horizons
where people explore and test with smiles
Helping others with a reaching hand no matter the color, the choices, the smells, looks, intelligence, beliefs...

To me, to walk naked in a over clothed world,
absorbing all,
tasting all,
seeing all,
feeling all,
being all...
to me, to be able to smile and be,
now that is what the doctor ordered
and is truly
real.

Wow, I get my own poem. Thank you; I like this one.

It's also nice to be reminded of other large animals I don't get to see. We've got more white-tailed deer than we need. The hunters keep screaming, "Let us eat 'em!" which does actually make perfect sense, but the state is still way too reluctant about increasing bag limit.

Sorry, morphine-induced flower paste eraser cord. Thanks.

[Lipinski]

Lester. It worked! Your new brain was a success! I hope the corpse they took it from was human...though, come to think of it, it would be waaaaay cool if your new brain came from an alien or maybe a whale. Definitely not a cat though. Heck,if you got it from a cat you'd probably sit in a window all day sunning yourself, licking the back of your hand, and craving catnip.


White tail deer are tasty. Here in Ideehoe if you hit a deer with your car you can keep it. Talked with the local sheriff at a breakfast and asked him if I ran over a goose if I could keep it. He said, 'yes, but you'll have to deal with the owner'. The owner I call the pirate and he'd probably eat me if I ate his goose. Sadly though, someone else ran over it and left it for the buzzards.

Good hearing from you and as always, the inspiration.
***

Morphine Drip

Passing the time to dull the pain
Medicine to ease the the sudden, the dull, the time
Laying in a bed recovering
Covered with healing
waiting for
the right time.

What is the right time?
Really.
Yesterday was in preparation for tomorrow and then tomorrow came.

New body parts and pieces while others fade away
New days and adventures while old ones are replaced
New food and drink when pissing and shitting the used ones down the drain.

Does the body/mind truly heal with the right time?
Yes?
No?
It is in just asking and thinking of this simple question does it mean we are truly alive
with
or without
drugs such as morphine.

[Lipinski]

poetry

what words to mix
squeezed out of a neural matrix
poured onto mechanical appendages; muscle pulling sinew and bone.

fuck, a word now painted...
where?
inside?
outside?
in your mind?

why?
why not question with poetry instead of portraying emotions, feelings, and those fucking words...
why?

your words you are familiar with, so comforting, so hurtful, so loving
why?
why do you find your words so comforting, so hurtful, so loving?
others may care or care less
why?

again the word, fuck...
tonight i say, fuck poetry leaving others to care less or not
leaving some to wonder,
why?

in poetry it is not the words used or why
fuck
in poetry it is why.

[Lipinski]

Death is so very... inspirational. Numbers of dead in wars since humans chose to kill numbers in the many millions. Number of humans born who died since evolving into humans... billions. Recently a nutjob killed what? 60? Wounded over 500 more? Just a 'drop in the bucket'. Everything on this planet 'dies'. Even diamonds decay. Rock. Everything on this shithole planet dies, travels, reborn, dies, travels, reborn... A fucking 'groundhog' day movie if there ever was one.

B]ut, de[at]h is soooo very inspirational. As for the survivors, don't worry, you'll be dead some day also. Your atoms will travel the universe and you'll end up being a wart on some alien's ass, or maybe become part of new mountain range on a molten planet of birth 1,000,000 light years away. Now, won't that be fun?
***

Planet of Death

Death painted black this color so poignant for the hand of the reaper
Fog of dawn descend while Charod unwrapped with plenty
Creator bestowed a spark, one given, one taken.

Laugh now says the poem maker, laugh and make merry for soon
\/
*
/\
what you know is taken away.

On distant horizon, evening devours leaving illumination
Bastard son of the sun,
to be broken into pieces of decay,
the moon.

a d
n
a l
l
s n
o s

and

d u h e s
a g t r

will be not but will be
new.

[Lipinski]

"Robin? Here I go, taking a bit of a snooze; wake up; saw your recent 'stuff' is mighty dismal."

Thanks parasite. Wanted to see if you noticed.

"Oh yeah, I noticed. Sad really. You've really let yourself slide."

Yep.
***

Roiling waters seeming to bubble and boil
Cascading moments while on high
birds aloft.

Owl with wings extended, to dry from past rainbow

Toads asleep

Bees taken to hibernation

Flowers withered to now be with the wind and lay

Tree's to shed their clothing

Crops harvested

Firewood chopped and stacked

Now it is Fall with still, the waters roiling, seeming to bubble and boil
Ice cold
inside
while inside also
the fires burn.

[Lipinski]

Mountain lions are good hunters. Fast. Adept. Well equipped for killing. That is, when healthy. When an illness or injury occur, they are no better really, then the prey they try and consume.

Today, I saw he was not well but still trying to survive. Survival is a very powerful instinct indeed, and inspirational.
***
Broken Tooth

Pearly whites of a movie star insure contracts, money, and fame.
Gold teeth of negro's grooving in the ghetto, brings the booming bass of ass and fame
Vampires with those razor sharp points to easily sink deep
So many creatures, so many teeth.

Decay
Impact
Malformity
Age
...

One moment, proud and alive, chasing at will and with ease
all animals in their prime are able to chew, to grind, to eat, to succeed

One moment though, it can all change
leaving life to struggle and try
in a lions case, to chase house cats, dogs, goats, sheep
only to end its life quickly by the bullet shot
by a man smiling
with
pearly white
teeth.

[Lipinski]

"So shithead, going flying huh?"

Yep.

"You do know that you have to take your shoes off for the security checkpoint?"

Yep.

"And you do know how foul your feet smell after a day of wearing shoes?"

Yep.

"I bet you're going to be placed on the 'no fly' list after they recover consciousness..."

Yep.
***

Used Truck Road Trip

$25 extra for a check-on bag with God knows how much for a glass of water and a tiny bag of chips
Packed like sardines in a flying tube of aluminum, smelling like cattle and stale piss
Hearing the engines roar and hoping the pilot does not want to call it quits.

Soaring high with eardrums collapsing, until a babies cry competes
Listening to the other passengers and thinking, maybe before would have been a better time to take a shit?
Smelling pizza? What the heck?
Oh, it's now legal to bring your own food, maybe I should have brought a roasted gopher, on a spit.

Landing and waiting for another plane, only smaller, so it all can begin again.
Up
and down
and then...

Indian buffet and spice enough to kill an elephant
Sleep and in the morning, the truck
A truck purchased unseen via an auction, is this where the pain begins?

It will happen, this trip, only maybe filled with some surprises and maybe a bit different
but
the road trip home will be pleasant and most importantly, the view of rural America
again.

Funny, how the world turns.
Getting paid to travel
Getting paid to drive, even getting fed and room.

Damn, it will feel good to be on the road,
again.

[Lipinski]

Last night a friend and neighbor died in his sleep. Gonna miss him as he was fun to make fun of. He gave me shit and I gave him shit. He was a practicing Jew who believed in Christ and hated Rob Zombie music. (I tried to get him to see how good Rob's music is. He hated it!)

His wife asked me to dig a hole and bury him on their property. So, tomorrow or the next, a hole and 'plop in he goes. Told her I'll make him a coffin tomorrow. Funny though, it has to be made of wood with no metal. I'll go oooold school and build him a stout one. Gonna use straps and my excavator to lift the whole thing into the air where it will swing in the wind. In the background will be the sounds of the pine and birds. It will be right and fitting for the moment.

This is a planet of death to be sure. An entire planet dedicated to rot and decay. Though, there are some moments where there is enough life to remember those who no longer are among the living. Rest in peace Larry. Shalom.
***

Tako ti mo sin
Shhh...
Listen.
Can you hear it?

Tentacles of blackness to bring the basket
Full of rotten fruit in flower
with fertile soil of fallen leaf.

Dancing children, round the circle they go
Hands held
Laughing
One falls, the others now silent and fade away.

Ravens dance too, with ribbons of red in their caw
Feet closed in defiance
Where is the clockmaker?

Music soothes the soul no matter how tormented, no matter, what matters?
The Sun, the Moon?
Comets?
Commerce?
Cities?
Governments?

Can they sing the songs of past and living?
To sing the ancestors tune?
No, for they have no memories only of what is today leading to tomorrow.

Your feet walked the path Larry, true, you felt the stones, the narrowness, until it seemed
impassable...
now
dance with the winds, kiss the children's hands, and fly free with a ribbon fluttering by.

[Lipinski]

Grayed twig far from the bole
laying where breeze left constant
highway now for ant and spider.

Seemingly whole but at which end was attachment?
Shattered fragments to show indecision
Dried sap to feel brittle.

Tree's to change now that it has fallen
Summer past age and trial
Root ready now for winter.

Soon the forest will wear white without more color
and the kiss of frost
endures.

[Lipinski]

With fingers to twirl the hair in nervous disarray
Sitting there, thinking
Twirling.

Knee bent and perched upon with the term, seated
Watching stars outside the window
There, one falls, almost as if more important than the immobile others.

Nebula, solar radiation in the grasp of a hand
Floating there, thinking
Twirling.

Deep thinking when the vastness of void is so large
In the background, chasing the tail
a small dog growls and barks.

[Lipinski]

Arizona was inspirituaational.

Lots and lots and lots and lots and lots...a lot of some very special rocks.

***
Grandfather Stone

Wheels to carry the body with the mind in tow
Off in the wilderness where spirits roam
Rich with nature, progress, time
not to be distracted

Past a point on a hill with pause in experience
Drawn to return
and so

His age was six, a boy of the Navajo
Tall with eternal ways; smiling
"Hello!"

Oh, it was instantly known
whispering winds and sigh
"Hi young fellow"

His stone for mine, instantly known and why
such an easy decision
Learning the lesson of trade

Father watching, asking, "Where are you from?"
A smile
Wisdom
Showing trinkets with Chinese tags peeled, and placed

Such a stone though, could not hide
"It's his,"
i know...

"$5.00 for the large ones, $1.00 for the small. Do you want one?"
From him and his tongue; the wait when the small feet return
Now with a handful trying to fool the foolish
Giving him another lesson he needed to learn.

"Found that one down near the wash, with my Grandfather!"
i know...

A trade for one needed, a passing of coin for another
One of the heart, one of the need
Which is which? Which one?
i know...

And then, it was over
What is/was needed
was finished,
was done,
his rite of passage while overhead the many ravens passed favor looking down at the feet of a child and grandfather
as one.

[Lipinski]

Forming Forms

Stone hard to so often feel the touch of cold
only
held high to view the sun; warmth on the fingers

Clawing through veined basalt as if given obstacle a new meaning
where mallet
where force
fracture and crack
soil swept
and revealed

Driving steel spikes into the heart where string lines cover
Taking with giving
pause

Until finally, formed to be level after leveling stubborn hardness
the sun set on progress
leaving straight lines, and sand.

[Lipinski]

Worked today for a man named Joe. He and his wife own over 5800 acres and live like they are in 1940. No cell phone, computer, internet, television. He newest tractor is an antique tractor that was new about 60 years ago. He does have an ATV though, though it is old too.

Great place they own. Started a 40x60 shop for them a few weekends ago and making great progress even though there are enough rocks to build a large mountain.

While working today he drove the old ATV down river (they own a looong stretch of the Salmon River) and fished for about 15 minutes. He returned with a nice steelhead trout. Thus, the inspiration.
***

Swimming Rainbows

Beauty abounds lit by light, a glow from oceans past
From a tiny egg afloat in world of wet
such words of poetry sounding
absurd.

For how to write what is viewed?
Magical moments unfold
where in silence beneath rapids of rivers flow
swims the rainbow.

Arching curve to leap high above the surface
Splashing dots of water fall
Reeled in ambitions where dreams of the fight shall be.

Laying silent with colors mixed
Red blood, speckled colors of fish skin, and the glow of Joe's face
This is how a poem is born.

Swimming among words, words filled with colors and meanings
Sent out to return like a fish from its travel from the sea
Seeing such, writing so, it was a good day indeed.

[Lipinski]

News is usually such a pain in the ass, especially lately. Though...sometimes it is humorous and even inspirational. Just read about a sex offender being arrested with, "I am a porn star," tattooed on his forehead... Shit. The guy might have just considered tattooing, "I am a fucking idiot,"

"Ha, ha, Robin. You soooo funny... NOT!"

Fuck you parasite. I like to amuse myself and found the idiot funny. Tattoo's in general are stupid, though some are not. But, "I am a porn star,"??? What a big idiot.
***

Tattoo

Marks made with a point
To be made
In what image?

Imagine names of lovers, of faces, of places, of emotional decisions...
With so many
the colors blur.

On the ass, the arm, the face, the genitals, oh so many places
Pushing the ink upon flesh
Arousing or dulling the senses.

In the end, all those feelings, all those emotions, all those colors and stamp...
all turn into the same color
of ashes.

[Lipinski]

Is it a bit strange how the news is now more bizarre than fiction written by the best fiction writers? I make a habit of perusing the headlines daily and have concluded that the news IS more bizarre than anything a writer can 'make up'.

Today for example. A woman collected 200 gallons of her own pee to protest Trump. Wow! Didn't even read about it as the title said it all. Then another article about how some college Republican kids are nazi's and that free speech should not be allowed (unless it is 'their' speech). Also, some guy shit in a napkin, went to his trial and smeared shit on his face in the courtroom... Really?

Humans are definitely an enigma. Moments of true brilliance followed by moments of definite insanity. Always wondered how mankind can send a rocket to the moon, build bridges, so many great achievements...and THEN, devolve into some weird creature. Wouldn't surprise me if Korea DID launch a nuke... probably would make the world a safer place! (see how fucked up that statement alone is? There are people who actually WANT a nuke to go 'BOOM!')

I soooo glad I'm crazy and insane, makes me appear normal when seeing what other people do daily!

And so, more writing inspiration.
***
News

To announce gobblygook about kooks who do what kooks do
Say, "Have your heard? Have you read about if? Did you see what she/he did?"
Fuck.

Can't say, fuck, in general as it is offensive but damn it, it's okay to talk about your neighbors
'God loves you,' it is said, but goddamn you to hell if what you do goes against what I believe
Nowadays, EVERBODY seems offended.

Repubs bicker with Dems and Dems hate Repubs with most people wondering if Honey BOO BOO took a big shit
Then there are the movie stars...
Did you hear about the guy with a gerbil in his ass?
Or, how about it, is it true? Michael Moore loves spinach?
Fuck.

Yep, that's how the news of today really is...
Fucked
Fucked
Fucked

Today I watched the wind race with dust devils
the birds chirped and soared
stink bugs talked, walked, and told jokes

Today the news for Robin is and was pleasant.
A wave to friend and neighbor
A day of working with wood building a door, carving a wolf,
and not once until reading the daily news,
was I one bit
offended
nor
did I say once the word,
fuck.

[Lester Curtis]

A day of working with wood building a door, carving a wolf,

What? Did someone need a wolf-door, or are the door and the wolf separate things?

Send a picture if you can.

[Lipinski]

Everybody needs a wolf door Lester. Or at least, a fresh bag of chips and onion dip!
***
In the rain the voices spoke
Old and wise, filled with visions of tears
For in far off lands came the whispers

Wars and rumors
Love and joy
Peace and illusions

Now, the sound of music to fill the mind
ears to feel as sleep draws near
awaiting clear dawn
when the clouds remain silent.

[Lipinski]

dusted glimpse where for a second, it settles
for in cracks collected as if dreams waited for an opening
in my pride
scarred

so many pieces lay in random days
years
millenia\ past/\now\/coming/
with a gentle puff only
life

softly with debris buried deep beneath the shadows
deaths realm

in such moments where clarity reveals what is found, what is lost
only
truly what is

is it not?
when those who cling to such fragments as if held holy
absolute, without doubt
laughing face of the bone dancer

wind spirits aloof and free with feet held to such heights
lowering hands
picking up all with humble acceptance.

[Lipinski]

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how does
a
word
lay
under
layers...
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.
hidden

just below the surface of consciousness
just above the surface of unconsciousness
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and
then
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with hardly a thought, the words pop out leaving a spacial demand.