THE WARM GLOW OF A TV SCREEN CHASED ME THROUGH HAUNTED DREAMS

 LOUNGE LIZARDS WITH PUNCTURED EGOS ENDURING CENTRAL HEATING COLD SWEATS FROM A MISJUDGED CONFIDENCE IN CAPTIVATION. LATE NIGHT TELEVISION TELEPATHY WITH SHOPPING CHANNEL CALAMITY, FEEDING OFF END OF SUMMER PINE CONE PROMISES. DASHBOARD DVD PLAYERS STUCK IN FAST FORWARD, SEATBELT STRAP SCARS OF NOSTALGIA, FEET ON THE AIRBAG IN RESISTANCE TO SUDDEN STOPS AND MENTAL CLARITY.


DINING TABLE DIAGRAMS DISCUSSED OVER OPEN WINDOW WHISPERS, TOUCHING THE WOOD TO DIMINISH RESPONSIBILITY FELT FROM ROCK AND ROLL DECISIONS. SPANISH SONGS ABOUT AFFECTION ON CASSETTE TAPES HEARD OVER THE HAND DRYER HUM, SWEAT SOAKED SKIN UNDER BOILER ROOM CONFIDENTIALITY CLAUSES, EXPLOITED IN THE GLOW OF REFRIGERATOR RAMBLINGS. PALM READ PSALMS SPOKEN BY CLOTHES HORSE COHORTS IN BOX ROOM UNDERBED STORAGE.


DESCENDING INTO DISAGREEMENTS OVER MILK IN TEA, BALACLAVA BRAVERY HOTWIRING CANAL BOATS WITH SAFETY PINS, CLOSE ENCOUNTERS OF MANKIND ON STAIRWAYS TOO NARROW, BACKING UP UNTIL FEET COLLIDE. A PALM TREE LULLABY BROADCAST THROUGH DISCO DEBRIS STREWN ACROSS DANCEFLOOR DENSITY. HOPE INHALED THROUGH ORANGE JUICE FUMES, EVAPORATED IN SHOWER TIME SERMONS WITH SAFETY GOGGLES.


COMMISSIONING MURALS TO MALPRACTICE AND MISCARRIED MINDFULNESS, THE MATERNAL LONGING FOR LOGGING TOWNS WITH COMMUNITY SWIMMING POOLS. TROUBLESHOOTING TIME MACHINES WITH VOID WARRANTIES, ESTABLISHING SHOTS OF SANGRIA SOAKED SUNSETS WITH SLOW SCENES OF AMATEUR ATHLETICS. FRAIL BODIES PULLED TOO FAST BY GET-UP-AND-GO ALSATIANS WITH CAN’T DANCE, WON’T DANCE SCOWLS.


ELECTRIC CHARGING POINTS DOTTED STRATEGICALLY AROUND COUNCIL HOUSE PATIOS, FAUX STATUS AMID FAUX FUR TAXIDERMY ON CRUSHED PINK VELVET MANTELPIECES. CONSTRUCTION SANDSTORMS HIDING ROOFTOP RENDEZVOUS TO SHOW OFF OUR PIGEON COOP CROSS-STITCHING. ENDORSING AN EAGERNESS FOR ENDING IT ALL IN TENSE TUGS-OF-WAR, SLOW MOTION FALLING IN CINEMASCOPE, WIDE ANGLED ANXIETY FROM WALLFLOWER WRITERS.

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