stream of conciousness

"I run through the spiraling corridor and suddenly fall through what feels to be an endless black pit. As I fall I begin to hallucinate.

I dream of an abundance of orange dice and oily bread rolls, all of which seem to pass me by and I cannot touch grasp nor smell.
The dreams image begins to fog and spin out of control and a new dream takes place. It appears and disappears... I am gone.
Upon my new dream, I see green oceans with pigeons circling marmalade clouds.
The sidewalks come into focus and almost as soon begin to disappear....My stomach becomes itchy as grass.
I began to become sick, and the sidewalk becomes more and more into focus.
The clouds appear once more and suddenly droop and vomit into my pupils, and I became blinded with the greeness of the sea. I hit the ground crown first and remain elevated surrounded by needles and spinning cups, splendidly purple.
My gift of sight has left me, and I soley depend on the sounds the flood my ears. The pigions began to sing and the trashcan lids oh bla di and clang. The dice nevr stop rolling, and the bread rolls remain dripping. I then fall wholey to the cement, and taste metal in my mouht as a goo ozzes from my moutn. I can no longer seem to feel and think I enjoy this goo. My hands take control and I began to crawl, to find a pigeon. The third one I hear sounds like it is drowning so I want to choke it and make it go cold. "




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