Someone knocked me down. I didn't know who. I was happily lost in my world when that someone collided in to my dreams and shattered everything. All I could feel was the air evading my groping hands. I came crashing down. I heard the muted curse of my assailant. I heard the neighbor's dog. I heard the rats scurrying. I heard everything. Except for my tormentor's approach.
All the rants and raves from a brain that has endured decades of anthropological abuse.
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