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Purple Sheep outrank Pink sheep. Black sheep outrank Blue sheep. Red sheep bring the smell of blood and the screams of death. Green sheep bring the aroma of flowers and the sounds of water babbling through a brooke. White sheep bring death and disease, none are safe from them. Gold sheep give you riches to ward off the death and disease for a time. Big sheep protect you. Little sheep love you. All visible sheep bring you something. The shadows sheep are the best of all for you can never be sure what wonders they have in store for you.

It's raining. Straight down like in the movies but it's windy too so some of the rain is sideways. The wind stings. I can feel it pushing through me. The water in front of me is grey. Reminds me of cream of mushroom soup. I'm alone, but, feel at peace.

My ears burned. They were cold to the touch like a cold shoulder, Like a frigid woman, like the cynic. They asked me what I wanted to drink. I told them I'd like a decanted steak. You know that feeling in the pit of your stomach? Where the hairs on the back of your neck stand up? What does it feel like? It feels like a silky voice caressing you with its inherent silkiness. It asked me what I was wearing and I told it the truth. I was wearing blue velvet high heels and a pendant in the shape of a rocking chair. It asked me where I had been all these years. I was in the past waiting for you. I waited by the oak tree in Mable park and near

We heard that you were drinking a latte yesterday? I was drinking coffee if that's what you mean. You recently got back from Paris correct? I recently got back from Paris. How was it over there in Paris? It was cold but not unpleasant. The people were nice despite my complete grasp of their language. The food was exquisite. Was it beautiful? Parts were beautiful but parts of parts were not Do you regret what happened? I regret regretting what happened.

There is so much body in the sound of alive. Bones crack while organs swish and ligaments stretch and skin wraps around and around to keep my life inside. My feet sweat and my teeth bleed while I step and stomp and stalk my way into the kitchen, Eyes grow and ears water and hair listens to the mechanizations of my respiratory system sucking down oxygen, nitrogen and dust particles. My body is efficient, immaculate, automated and decimated by the inarticulateness of its brain engine.

A man plays a flute. Well not a flute but a recorder. He plays it in a black trench coat and red scarf. He has white hair like straw. He sways from side to side in tune with the melody. He is wear white sneakers. The left one has a brown smudge on one side. His name is Carl.

A glass of water sits stoically on a kitchen counter. The sun is trapped in the water. He laid a rose on the table. It was on fire. They asked me if my water was running, it was so that's what I told them. They looked familiar but I had never seen them before.

Green flutters Red pounds White flashes Peach quivers Brown slogs forward Blue rushes Black crackles Violence gashes Fear screams Courage cowers Gold whistles Hello

I can't see anything. I can't smell anything. All I can hear is a deafening roar. Let the earth swallow me whole. Don't let them find me. All I can see is the sky. All I can hear is silence. They found me. Is that you?

Why give up? Why give in? How is it possible to feel alone in a crowded room? Why is the sense of smell the strongest for accessing memory? Green tea gives strawberry blonde hair. Guitar strings are ripples on the water. Why not be the last one standing? The triumphant flower whom is last on the war torn battlefield. Wind chimes.