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She don't wanna speak to me. Me mind is hidden under a cloud of darkness. Dere's a feelin' of inner struggle. I must release reggae. spliiiiiff I rise out of me bed in terror. Me dreamt of a lonely island boy, lost at sea. Could you imagine, no friends, no food. No reggae release. spliiiiiff I'm trapped in a reggae box I can hear me boy screamin', but I can't find 'im. I call for 'im, "JACO! JACO, MY YOUT!" I must release de reggae. spliiiiiff The room is a maze, no exit. Could me premonitions be true? Could me boy truly be lost? No reggae release. spliiiiiff Me vision's too cloudy. All to be seen is rat-like faces, cringing. Their snouts snort and sneer to a reggae beat. I must release de reggae. spliiiiiff The floor falls from under me. A lizard's heavy gizzard appears below. Crooked, sharp teeth shining tru de dark. No reggae release. spliiiiiff Colours upon colours. An indigo man stabs, then rapes a magenta woman. Until the reds, and greens, and blues, explode from her stomach. I must release de reggae. spliiiiiff I catch me breath. I'm in me room. Safe and sound. Jeez, what a bad trip, still?
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Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 8:03 PM UTC
Cree Everytim
She don't wanna speak to me. Me mind is hidden under a cloud of darkness. Dere's a feelin' of inner struggle. I must release reggae. spliiiiiff I rise out of me bed in terror. Me dreamt of a lonely island boy, lost at sea. Could you imagine, no friends, no food. No reggae release. spliiiiiff I'm trapped in a reggae box I can hear me boy screamin', but I can't find 'im. I call for 'im, "JACO! JACO, MY YOUT!" I must release de reggae. spliiiiiff The room is a maze, no exit. Could me premonitions be true? Could me boy truly be lost? No reggae release. spliiiiiff Me vision's too cloudy. All to be seen is rat-like faces, cringing. Their snouts snort and sneer to a reggae beat. I must release de reggae. spliiiiiff The floor falls from under me. A lizard's heavy gizzard appears below. Crooked, sharp teeth shining tru de dark. No reggae release. spliiiiiff Colours upon colours. An indigo man stabs, then rapes a magenta woman. Until the reds, and greens, and blues, explode from her stomach. I must release de reggae. spliiiiiff I catch me breath. I'm in me room. Safe and sound. Jeez, what a bad trip, still?
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Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 8:03 PM UTC
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