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Once upon a time there was a stupid old man that was mowing his lawn. The sun was bright and he felt faint. Over time he collapsed and fell into a deep sleep. He saw rainbows and butterflies and other small creatures that were passing time by nibbling on his toes. He stood up and fell over because his big toe had been chewed off.







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The air is cold - - it is damp. It casts dew onto the leaves. It lashes at my cheeks. It turns my lungs into iron. It carries a bitter taste. The ground is wet. It leaves me with an unsettled feeling as I run. It feels as if the world is sliding beneath me. It makes me want to grab onto something. I am insecure. I am angry. I am bitter. I am lost. The roads seem unfamiliar. The trees look too familiar - - I have passed them before. They’re taunting me! They make me feel nervous. They make me want to scream. I am sweating profusely. I feel dizzy. The world is spinning around me. I run without abandon. I am searching for an exit. I fall to the ground. I split my knees. The blood is drowned in the mud. It warms me. I fall asleep. There’s a soothing tongue licking my face. It beckons me awake but I long to sleep. A sharp chanting brings my ears to attention and though I do not wish it, I am awake. Many people in black robes are dancing around me. They have big hoods pulled over their faces. It reminds me of something I‘ve read about. A distant memory.... perhaps something I read in history class. Their faces are covered completely. They dance in circles. I am in the middle. The tongue continues to lick at my face - - it is licking the whole of my body. I try to put my head down to see where the tongue is rising from. I‘m chained to a pole. I can’t move my head. My neck is feeling weak but it may be tense. I can’t tell. My throat is dry. I feel faint. The tongue is getting hotter. I am being burned. I can feel the skin peel off of my foot. It does not hurt. I am numb. I fall asleep. There is nothing... only black. There is no floor, no ceiling, no air, no pain, no weight, no boundaries - - no anything. A dim light casts its way from up ahead. It seems to be curious. It comes from nowhere. No opening. The light floats in midair without suspension. I am being pulled toward it as if there is a rope tied around my chest. I glide without any force. My feet touch nothing. I find that the more I long to be toward the light the further and faster I glide. The light is growing brightly but it seems to be dying. It is growing smaller and smaller inadvertently to the height of the brightness. It’s gone and my will to find it has vanished. I am falling. I hit the ground and I feel leaves beneath my fingers. It feels as if days have passed since I last felt the ground. Seconds are prolonged. Time is stretching to the breaking point and it is slowly breaking me as it climbs. - - (To be continued maybe... someday.)

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