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Something nice, something warm, something ice, something cool. A touch of water in the fire and let rise the steam in a hollow hiss of smoke. Something dry, Something wet, Something mild, Something kept Singing in the rain about how happily sad it was, and I smiled about the sadness to be washed away down the hollow gutter. Things are made hollow in us to be filled with everything, And we see the contents as one whole paradox of nonsense that can only be described with simple and vague words! Something great, something small, Something big, Something tall? Something drowning in the ocean of the blue sky filled with the white, bubbled clouds

I stand here listening to the silence. Silence you say? Boom Boom Thud That’s the silence enclosing on me. How can that be silence? Boom Boom Thud There it is again, lying in wait. Boom Boom Thud The walls are closing in slowly, slowly they’re coming Creeping, Creeping around the silence. Around the silence they come. Boom Boom Thud I’ll be cast out soon the silence prevailing. Boom Boom Thud My heart once racing, slowly pacing; asphyxiating. Dying, Dying emotions drowning. Boom Boom Thud Quick Quick they’re coming. Quick Quick start running. Boom Boom Thud Silence is going slowly racing, waning, disappearing. Words