Ultimate senses brought to a dull crash
Reducing you to a puddle of goo
Allowing your mind the freedom and bliss of nothingness
Pleasure senses overridden
Or is it
That problems are piling up, taking over your mind
You try to gather your wits about you
But you know your doomed to fail
That final act has happened
Your mind exploding from the inside
A contest entry
- Dynamite by StormGoddess.
700 points, ended June 22, 2008, 10 entries
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Comments
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The yoyo feeling in this is actually good. Not always sure what the mind is up to. I like your take on the given prompt. Thank you for entering and good luck. Storm

