Posted by Jai Narayan on December 10, 2004, at 7:49:31
In reply to Re: poem ... Blue-Flame Propane » Jai Narayan, posted by Atticus on December 9, 2004, at 17:15:01
I remember when my mother and sister were manic.
They were on fire.
Everything was heightened....
my mother described her experiences and it made me think of mushrooms and acid.
The only difference was she couldn't come down after a short amount of time.
When she finally came down she'd crash.
It seems one follows the other.Atticus, it's so gooOOOOoood to have you back on writing babble.
jA*
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