well, it started with the spiders in my room. them and the boget bogeyman (i mean he was real and made from tacky muck that green dripped)who stood at the head of our stairs. he would stand there whenever i needed to pee and i had to fight him but the green bogeys stuck to my fists as i punched him. the dog didn't help. the one that only i could see that sat beneath our table whenever we sat down to eat. i told mum and dad about him and they pretended to see him but i knew they didn't. they said he was brown but he was black.
anyway, it wasn't just the dog and boget but the bubbles. the bubbles and the stick. the bubbles floated white and sinister over sands of white upon the shores of some remote designation. i would tremble when ever i saw them. wanting to run. wanting to wake and run back from dream but the bubbles kept coming. on and on. and awayy from them stood this stick. like a finger pointing staright up. or maybe a singular virgin tooth that stood tall in a white gum. but the bubbles kept coming.
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well, it started with the spiders in my room. them and the boget bogeyman (i mean he was real and made from tacky muck that green dripped)who stood at the head of our stairs. he would stand there whenever i needed to pee and i had to fight him but the green bogeys stuck to my fists as i punched him.
the dog didn't help. the one that only i could see that sat beneath our table whenever we sat down to eat. i told mum and dad about him and they pretended to see him but i knew they didn't. they said he was brown but he was black.
anyway, it wasn't just the dog and boget but the bubbles. the bubbles and the stick. the bubbles floated white and sinister over sands of white upon the shores of some remote designation. i would tremble when ever i saw them. wanting to run. wanting to wake and run back from dream but the bubbles kept coming. on and on. and awayy from them stood this stick. like a finger pointing staright up. or maybe a singular virgin tooth that stood tall in a white gum.
but the bubbles kept coming.
so anyway doctor, what was it that you wanted to talk about?
hmmmm?
Your Mother...Tell me about your mother...
gosh!
go on...
assim é melhor :D
memórias desfocadas claro, boa imagem!
thanks mo
great piece
thanks murmurists :)
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