The smell of dark vice blue and gray appears in a different world. A loud flash of white zaps across my eye. Red yells out dreaded sharp moans and black wicked laughs. The odors of hell erupt from under the feet. Hell’s blazing heat looks of a bright overpowering radiance of light. God’s unfaithful savages reek of dark green. Their appearance was similar to the irritating sound of a recorder. Disappointment has never been so loud, ugly, and foul. Failure roared from the beasts’ walking below. Hell's dark sky than cried out a rigid terrifying bolt of angry dark red. Scents of fear, sickness, and chaos float slowly in the thick cursed air. The visual of loud annoying doorbells rattled the man onto the floor. Voices of smooth, soft, comfortable rhythm transport the frightened senses. A sweet smile shines as darkness fades into an impressive aroma of jazz. Whiffs of the rough blue ocean suddenly fill the thoughts, sounds of golden yellow echoes and baby blue tones of laughter fills the ears. The visual of laughter tickles the eyes, as positive recollections fluster the mind. Eyesight gives birth to pleasurable yellow and orange fragerences under the feet. Suddenly, the vision of a euphonious fictional heaven becomes a tunnel coated in sharp confusion. Red, white, and blue fireworks radiate the sense of smell. The confusing sounds of a circus quickly appear. I do not want to be here.
November 30, 2009