Flavor of the moment:
Poison, pass out to recover
The time lost won't be a reminder
As forgetting is a critical symptom
High-pocrisy adjudicates low-brows
Sentences are one period too long
Give it in a flash, a scene, with emotional residue
Sticking to the nasal cavity
Without a corresponding fact pattern
Narrator, what was the first chapter about?
It seems the story has wandered off, deeper into the trees,
What is a forest?
It's harder to remember, how did we get here, though I'm not asking
Better to go with the flowers, pollenated by the medium's massages
Shoulders tighter than a coiled tattle snake: tell on, we won't have a choice
But to listen and blame and dream and never wake up
Roman Ryan 