-a splash of ideas-a paintbox-a rush of clatter and colour flashing-its always this way-its always a shout; pure rush-yelling,falling up and down-clasp and capture that idea going haywire; the pencil sketch of your moment, your little breathing steps-you run in the rain, you back from the rains, you're a veil like calm sighing sweet shouts of words; to try it, to be into your eyes-when sad is so easy you just do not call it to question; its not what we're saying, its only wanting to clear the air-snapshots; stored to some sideways angle; fisrt impressions, subtle distortions that blink again again again-rerun them; go rerun your Kodak ghost songs and cracked dances... run them amok someday, someday when I'm haunted, when i dream you, when i dream you here-and then blink again; there are always so damn many new things, so many new risen and haunted...singing haunted, just as ever, far into your eyes, your running amok eyes; all the more wider now, all the more sad-happy to be running oh so very amok-but dreaming-sure---
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So, here i'm, following Chloe's advise to blog, post, write-
more to come...
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