when that affected voice switches on and says go, go, go write now. right now? write! now!
and sometimes if i listen i can tap into goodness, into a brain massage that follows the no-form feeling(s) word flavor, letter texture, icon aroma, an umami assortment of expression; a shake and bake oven no an easy bake oven, look mom, i helped. the water boils for thoughts to thicken no time to test tastes just try them once and keep moving, you can come back later. but you wont.
we usually don't - i have to make this difficult or it wouldn't be real enough to publish. as if. as if the rain makes you feel curious. it is a strange sensation the misty montreal pulse, it is not a pulse, a wide alley, non menacing, drawn over chalky figures and rain dripped imaginations planted in empty bathtubs and piano keys. warm macaroni smell, before the butter. a candle-lit game of whatever-you-call-it and some company to warm our hearts and keep us.
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