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This rushing incontinence of words and ideas, flowing out of me, hot, steaming and putrid.   Powerless to stem the tide, I am a mess of thoughts and emotions. I shall have to shower all this off... wash it away, wash it away.   ...

This rushing incontinence

of words

and ideas,

flowing out of me,

hot, steaming and putrid.

 

Powerless to stem the tide,

I am a mess of thoughts

and emotions.

I shall have to shower all this off...

wash it away, wash it away.

 

A savage clenching in the stomach,

I double over and vomit these images

out, expel, relieve, breathe, gasp, choke...

Out, get out!

Technicolour laugh in text.

 

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