Chipped tooth indented but not perceived, gone is the song screaming rape me. Sitting under the big box of the SUV, lights to heaven are fucking laser beams, entering into my retinas, sliced by the wires of the iris to be perceived, a kaleidoscope of colors, the jeweled net reflecting on itself endlessly.
"Aw, my elbow" the groan grounds me back in the moment, pulled from the sea splutter. Was I swimming or drowning, who could tell? Had it been an hour or eternity? Oh well, no reason to dwell on relativity, now back to the sea.
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