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(Seven Minute Drill is seven minutes of unfiltered stream of consciousness and minimal editing. By the end of the time limit, no more edits or writing can take place. It is meant purely as a creative exercise with no objective. There is no point. There is no purpose. At best, it serves to encourage any readers that perfection and meaning are unnecessary to put your work out there. If they come across as ramblings of a madman… trust your instincts.)

Sorry I’m late

I left my nervous system in the dishwasher
And dropped my evening shadow in the paper shredder
Oops—I guess oak boxes aren’t soundproof after all
and sharp objects don’t work if they’re aren’t made in the USA

Oh, and did I mention that my shoe had a flat tire?
I pulled off the 405 to get a spare, but ended up winning a bowling game instead.
And with the forty-five dollars I won, I spent it getting you some new teeth.
They were cracked and held together with nothing but last Friday’s string cheese and radish paste.

It was then that I got abducted and had an out of body experience.
SCRATCH THAT— I think it was an out of mind experience.
My legs ran all the way to K-Mart and left my spirit in the UFO.
I’m still there, but at least my torso got where it needed to.
Now I am looking down from above, watching over you
Maybe this is what it means to dissociate?