gently washing the rain falls as sludge into the crevice of an unwashed mind it stops looks around entertains the thought of checking out...
decides to stay a while there is no certainty of anything other than self which is why solipsism is so sexy to this fellah and wants to ....
ignore it most of the time as he'd never get anything done other than think about how far this conspiracy goes how deep my own mind plans...
it's own paranoia and then he remembers sex and these feelings go out the window along with parts of religious dogma and rambling...........
incoherently into the night and out the window.
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