Side Effects of Thinking

[september_cohen]

The universe is a banjo.

While sitting in a room of which I didn't feel I belong, I began to drift off to transform into the neuro-montagist that we all sort of become when things get too weird, boring, or lonely.

I let my thoughts think as they might, hoping a

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[biocidal]

When I made that comment in the NULcommunity, about you being a writer, I had no idea the brilliant insanity I would find behind it. Lovely. I would like to rake up your words, scramble the letters, and rake, rake, rake, rake them till they pile in the center of our world, and around us, light candles, black to match the bold print of each letter left behind, and stack each letter up, one by one, by one, and as it gets taller than me, start climbing, asking you to hand more letters up to me, climbing more, my fingers outstretched till you are climbing behind me, handing me more and more, and behind you, another joins.

Ooooyyyy… I fall in love with writing and writers, at the sigh of the sound of the pen to paper and finger tip to paper clip, and the tick tick tick of the keyboard stick.

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[frontporchmafia]

Hiya, Lady. Add me at Frontporchmafia instead of here.

Calling out into the wastelands...

[violetsnvalium]

Are you still out there somewhere in the vast swathes of interweb? I like you. I want to find you again.