Length letting go and snapping the backside of the forehead.
The stretched sling released as furry smacks more than less.
Stinging the thoughts caught up behind the scrunched brawls stance.
The daze leaving me stuck by the imagination flinging rubber bands.
Wondering how in the hell I just so happened to aim it at myself.
And further more why did I insist on finding it funny to flick the felt.
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