this isn't exactly absinthe! and yes, i was once accused of writing a "word salad" conceptualisation of said language... personally i just think the said language is, a bit *******; of course not on a per se basis, but simplified by people who speak it, at said time, 2017.
what's this washing-line doing in my bedroom?!
is this what you call secondary blinking?
seriously! what the **** is this washing line doing in my bedroom?
is this a bad joke about drying pancakes?
god... i've been watching too much *hotel transylvania;
either that or i spent this afternoon hanging clothes and bedsheets on the said lines
hence the millisecond's worth of hallucination, what, you can't be serious, a milliseconds's worth of "seeing" a washing-line in your bedroom?
if i'm going to "dry" my pancakes i'd use a napkin to soak up the fat from the frying... oil from pancakes wouldn't drip, or i.e. drool like dog's bother for excess saliva... and if i spoke to a child of mine, i'd say: i really need to explain the concept of ikea to you... which would be much easier than any talk of ***.
but no, i'm pretty sure it's too much hotel transylvania;
and it's this: snapping out of a dream, or a millisecond's worth of hallucination; shortcrust l.s.d., and i'm basically blinking out of: a washing-line in my bedrom; so we have the underwear.... what's hanging on it? underwear, bedsheets, shirts, towels... i'd love to add: napkins, handkerchief, bowties... but i can't... it's enough for that millisecond's worth of blink and hallucinatory conjuring of the washing line in my bedroom to riddle me for the next two days;
what did a critique of the famous grouse turn me into? ignition for a madhouse?