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I don’t have much written on my paper so I’m just going to go with it, as I’m sure the writer would want. This piece makes me feel like I’m floating…no, flying…quickly into nothingness. I imagine a matrix-type computer code tube around me for no other reason than because it’s cool. There are words floating…no, zooming, by and I’m desperately trying to grab any one at all, but failing (and flailing) miserably. Occasionally one smacks me in the face and leaves me stunned. Quite often, actually. “Wait…what…but…uh…weed!?” I sputter, cradling my nose. It occurs to me yet again that I am far too sheltered. And finally, there are a series of fragments, short but comforting, to grab. Everything from literary magazines past flows back in a release of cool air, although with a tangy smell tinged with urban decay. I’m used to such fragments about country life, after all. But, alas, my fragments depart, leaving me again tumbling through the void. Cliché as it is, they left as quickly as they came. But they came back, my saving grace! I smack face-first hard into a wall of text but can only mumble, my mouth full of blood and tainted childhood, “Thank you.” I rush to the final emotional hit which hits me hard and leaves me breathless. I’m finally given what I craved. The final crash is so...abrupt. Emotional. Satisfying, in a strange way. Some sort of victory music plays.
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