Thoughts about Thoughts.

This large exposed cranium sits atop a steeple of a neck. It wanders about many thins and dwells in shaded dells where murky water stagnates.Its teacup eyes photograph the world and it brews up hurricanes to annihilate whole continents.Down the red carpet tongue come emaciated words wrapped up in plastic and the latest fashions. How vogue they wish to seem.As for the blocked plumbing of the hyaline constructed nose - it just tries to stop to smell the sewerage of youth along the way.

This cerebrum wishes to create a entirely new world. If only it were not so self absorbed. If only storms didn't immigrate to teacups and mountains weren't formed from molehills. If only...

Émilie Boudet


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