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blissful realms of erotic dream evoked images
drift together then just as swiftly parting, lost into shadows
veils of synthetic sound hint at an impending romantic interlude
as whispers of memories which stimulate tides of emotion
An expanding corona strikes the network of nerve endings
sending a senses streaming, coming at you like a locomotive
shocks you into a hyperalert state of confusion
as you awaken into a new reality... a living hell
finding yourself screaming into hurricane forged winds
your vocal chords are the hammer
...your brain is the anvil...
continuously pounding you to oblivion
connecting into the vast chamber of your inner being
bringing the pain
exploding through places you'd never known existed
before the blowtorch creates a vortex drawing you into it
rippling through what had formerly been your consciousness
your mind reeling backwards into a trance
as every connection to the torrent of impulses
is ripped free from any sense of continuity
creating a chaotic flood of peaking force
transformed into another form of fire
striking in waves
of lightning fast pain reflex
...so hard and fast...
your screams
begin to merge and condense
circling back at you like wind driven rain
suspended in a slow motion strobe effect
like sending the baseball breaking through the window
time and time again, sending shudders of unbearable pain sensations, coursing through your entire body, stem to stern
those who say you'd slowed down considerably
didn't factor in the current side effects
of a hereto unknown calculus
raising the threshhold of pain
to the calculation
of the number of stars
...in heaven
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