After numbing my mind with yet another tedious application, I find my hand indicating towards the right hand corner of relief. This allowing four shades of night to present themselves before me and remove the ever constructing strain evident within each of my pupils. Quarter past comes early, this meaning I've been at work for less than an hour. I say work, flickering I feel is a more suitable term. Flickering up and down throughout the platoon of A4 as I ensure all is efficient. When, rather rapidly something is brought to my attention. Nothing regarding my creative oil spill however, but the series of sighs emitting from my television set.
They each release in an army of thousands. Singing through the atmosphere as they penetrate each drum and caress the walls of my skull as they skip across my brain. Brutally launching each nerve into motion, with a force so great each microscopic skin cell shudders as it kisses the carpet with it's friction lips. For a moment I lay there, allowing the sensation to gain control. April eyes become present as shutters fail to secure, for.... myself I don’t feel.
Filled with emotion, I have failed to realise the beauty of the town that is concealed by bleak fields and thick coated skies. For every yard living, breathing wool is as common as each blade of grass. The trees delight the thighs of every pylon when the infectious clouds seek relief as no one is around to see the Obscenities. The stonewashed houses combined with vile door tint often feel the brutal cold delivered from the dark vapours that lurk above. This is what were living for?
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interesting. . .keeps my attention...flows well...overall a very nice piece...very deep...not only that...a great of emphasis in the depth of your descriptions... nicely played out.

Loquacious, garrulous and utterly perplexing diatribe, yet somehow draws me in without letting go for some unbeknownst and unpercieved reason. Your description of seemingly innoccuous things makes them each seem as pertinent and menacing as the other. Not to mention the fleeting incongruence of every different trait that you describe, yet how their unrelated nature makes them flow wonderfully. I'm wholly confused, slightly dizzy, and completely satisfied. Congratulations.