Friday, February 1, 2008

flictcon

by Robert Gryfft


-from the previous layer of reality. Or dream. I think I'm awake.

Action is impossible; there is only sensation. Pressure builds, white noise roars into deafening silence.

My vision adjusts to the glare, then erupts with dancing dark spots and miasma. Then, even that is overcome with blinding light.

Perhaps my mind has simply broken-

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