14 January 2008

Delusionary Senses

The drum sounds of a marriage procession run through my ears, into one and out of the other. Pencil stands remind me times to sketch...bald men, or Greek heroes. Materialistic pleasures ooze out my eyes and I can think of my worldly possessions just making me smile. The books, the people, the bags, the phones, the computers, and well even my medicines...everything that physically exists - an illusion!

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