A Crowd Scene Invoked by Neurotransmitter Seven-Eleven

Crowd Scene I was hanging on the corner, at the 7-11 with my turkey cheese mayo thinking... Why is my every word so weighted? Each word exists apart from me yet defines my being simply because it is spoken from my body. I want to be all ideas and expressions - I have no desire to limit myself to only one. Indeed, I love to debate an idea ferociously and collapse in exhaustion only to change my mind again and again, shaping and reshaping, forever taking on a new face. Like an animal, I want to wrestle you to the ground. Smash our faces into the earth until we can taste it. I want to be thrown into the air, sailing into a new consciousness, turning over new images, screaming new sounds from a gut never expressed before. Where are you now? Which one of us?
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