The Clog

I opened up the lid and there it was, a clog, a huge clog made of mingled chains of words, thoughts emotions. GOD, it was huge, there were tears pure as rain drops, pain so sharp it would cut through the hardest of all metals, desires so daunting they would have made me shriek, all of this mixed with some confusion, depression and aggression and bounded together in to a huge stinking blob of letters, words, sentences, dripping of lethal poisons, looking so meaning less.

I think I removed it or have I just moved it so some words could slide out and make some sensible sentences ? Don’t really know.