Friday, June 14, 2013

I SPEND MY SATURDAYS AT THE POOL CATALOGING NIPPLE FORMATIONS

The closest thing to being dead in a coffin is lying in an mri tube.

You're just there, with your thoughts, unmoving, snug.

Everything is white.

Wind constantly blowing over you.

So it feels like you're flying/levitating.

And there's these really scary noises.

As if you're trapped in a game of Zaxxon.

And the spaceship is going down.

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