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Brown Paper Bag Brain
I chased the words out of my head that had turned into a paper bag. Brown folded walls in striated crinkles like a dryer hose in cardboard beige hollowed out and pierced by the fucking it had got.
I chased them around until I caught them and tossed them on their ears in an osmosis of the craft paper to the world outside my brain.
Flung arms in a wordless heap he sighed as men sigh and I let him have the first word. He must have caught it as it slithers from my ears and said what? I don’t really know
It was a wordless sound not really a sentence as it was a call to reality and getting on with it. It was a good fuck and I let him tell me and pierce the paper bag of my brain.
I
felt like I was inside you...
in your head, rather.
a numbing deafness as brain and body part ways.
bravo
Yes
I finally understood when you ask someone what are you thinking and they say nothing. I truly was empty of thought except the vision of my empty fucked brain.