[MURDER OF THE CLOSED MIND]
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When the bullet enters the chamber and the hammer is cocked back ready to blast into the soft tissue of grey matter.
A literary injection that penetrates to the carbon fibers that exist on mitochodrial levels where strands of our beginnings spiral and evolutes.
A drop of blood at the entrance point as the projectile ejects and leaves a gaping wound... A fraction of a second of sanity.
Savage blends in a ghetto war zone.
Silverback samurai spills as a guerilla flexes these skilz and sends the crowd scattering from the thunderous clap of nuclear impact.
Settling in dust in the clouds and blocking the rays of the sun... an insertion of the radio of all this activity.
Acrid smell of gunpowder as it floods the membranes of the nose and settles on the taste buds... shit so grimey that it bears a taste.
Soul departing and becoming one with the ether before surgery is performed to fix the devastation... rebuilding from the ashes... a muzzle flash that lights the way.
The darkness that follows in its wake... a shimmering lake of effervescent waves where a monk meditates.
Pondering and wondering as all floats around... blinding light.
Who shot ya?
HAMZAHFARUQ
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