All senses dulled, reason forgotten, in the now, as if yesterday never happened and as if tomorrow never will. They have just a heightened sense of what is within them, their raging pulse, their ragged breathing, the sweet release of urination, it's comforting flood of warmth a counterpoint to the gnawing acid storm raging inside them, with nothing but the iron taste of their own blood in their mouths.
All senses dulled, reason forgotten, in the now, as if yesterday never happened and as if tomorrow never will. They have just a heightened sense of what is within them, their raging pulse, their ragged breathing, the sweet release of urination, it's comforting flood of warmth a counterpoint to the gnawing acid storm raging inside them, with nothing but the iron taste of their own blood in their mouths.
ReplyDeleteOh my - that standard is so cool. Interesting masks. Well played sir.
ReplyDeleteI like the tribal and ritualistic vibe a lot.
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