The vibrant blue paint on the walls seems
almost like that emblematic Technicolor
blue. I've had the blues, but they didn't
look like these. The house constricts--
the ceiling seems to dip towards my head
closing in on me. I fly. Back in Jazzy's room,
I notice, with humor, a label on the spice:
"Not intended for human consumption."
Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 4:30 AM UTC
The vibrant blue paint on the walls seems
almost like that emblematic Technicolor
blue. I've had the blues, but they didn't
look like these. The house constricts--
the ceiling seems to dip towards my head
closing in on me. I fly. Back in Jazzy's room,
I notice, with humor, a label on the spice:
"Not intended for human consumption."
(c) KEP 2012
how many other things arent?
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