Start over again. This time more relevant spin.

Wait. Dizzy? Is that fizzy? Brainy cork pop. Is that brain rinsey?

Made it form rocks. Is that brain sense-y? Or sensible. Boulders made of dead brain matter frayed with chemical laden endorphin wasted forests of mazes...

More mist in the forest than trees and all leaves are falling in piles of wistful unbelief.

The mistful unto each the branching trees of trunking thoughtrees reach and die in neither storm or fire.
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