twaddle

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...peering through the net curtains of the subconscious reveals a room of shapes and colours jostling for attention, the large, flat, sharp, scratchy blue slides under the blobinous orange and yellow capsules, bobbing over a sinewy green string-snake gathering around a huge red lozenge that exudes a ‘gravity-well’ sized presence, dark shadows flit between, not resting for long - more a process of audit than a feeling of menace; as one they all angle to face you, your presence at the curtained doorway generates uneasy awareness...