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Creativity starves insanityOn the concrete soil of the big brown land once again. Catching horse flies in the eyes with the smell of summer spiking beads from the forehead down the side of the face. Three moons among blue grass and a jig up to lock down the loot to fly over the friendly skies again. Quick smart no less.
Thick buzzing swats of jelly belly bean black flies. Chewing out sounds from the air as the drop into the inverted bottle hooks up a sweet trap. Bugs to buzz drowning in water soon murky from their own involvement.
No point in unravelling beyond essentials. One two before the third of it free into the return fare. Coming back home in the wrong direction.
Subscriptions, magazines and letters of notice in mounds of envelopes and registrations to rifle. Months past due, weeks beyond redemption and all over the place. No space on the black and plastic covering up the four legs with a sloop. Clear it out with the read and rinse. Three months is only just a half. And a five on the stack.
Templates ready up for the next shuffle. Plans on execution, the test to rest on.
Squeezing out air knuckle deep in socks and shuffling clothes back and forth. Sweat beads aplenty with space at a premium. Magical expansion pack of zippers run around the edge. Red into the black of light covering darkness as more folds take visions of size and comfort into bails of rolls. Flat to the pack; a flat out elseworld.
Cutting blackboard nails, trimming pathways, losing the wait to carry-on carrying. Order into the chaotic mire from dawn to dusk. Snooze and watch the hours go by. Every passing day another into the blanket, folding tight to plush out height.
Running out of mind, skittish to the end with sweaty mops for the feverish palms handing off another segment in pieces.
Six and down and the crown of brightness shines from the black that hides no longer. From mental castings and into the ether of the spectrum and scans with rasters. Focus on blur and the whittle away of steady breathing. Listen to that. That's the sound of ears beating into the eyes. Of blowing apart and falling into one. Calmness exudes and breathing is serene in flow.
Flies drop from the edge of the table onto the carpet. Rolling under feet, little bodies no more as the black buzz fuzzes out into slender nothings. From all three sides of the coin, faces fade away with blazing trains pulling away from the station. One by three and the count swims into the red zone. Of name checks and long gones. Away and into the blank, the void, the space between.
Red on white and the cross beckons for the feet to pass the threshold. Checks, forms and needles abound behind the door and along the stations six. Seats big and large for the feet to rest up in the air as the arm feels the drain. Middle finger before the main line and the itch begins.
Metallic protrusion stark and gleaming. Tape holds down into the massive plunge, deep into the elbow. Red line for the mean time; coursing as one pint to 470mL fills up steady and plenty. Rich and bloody, sauce and suckle packet for vampires on cruising nights and neck fights. Ignorance is not this. Ever present reminder as the cold sticks up a raw feeling and presence from start to finish.
Wall to wall notes, markers and milestones of other donors. People across the way facing back with drip lines feeding yellow as the spinning machines spit back red. Clench and release. Rinse and repeat. Minutes later and another arm is done for. Hold there firmly please. Bandage up around the not so tiny hole wraps up the blood letting.
Strawberry milkshake from the kitchen general area of the blood bank shake down to start the rest easy. Crispy chips gam up with biscuits on parade. Crunch and munch. Snickers of a fun size variety follow up with a spatter of jelly beans. All done and sugar up again with the walk out again ready to prime the pump for next time.
Three months to wait for another round. One season to fall over next expulsion of iron, haemoglobin and plasma.
Out with abandon to whisper loud in the splitting air; desire and intent for eternity. Calm down and walk tall forever more. Catch a breath lest it renders paralysis in excitement and shock and in fervent joy.
No answer more simple, no question less done so and the union begins a step toward the length of the aisle.
