White hills. Orange cones. Blue skies. Yellow teeth. Green jackets.
Remind me of the questions that were asked. My head hurts and I am having trouble concentrating. This room is cold and your coffee isn't helping. No. I could't see I was on the ground. I heard voices but couldn't make out what was being said. No. I told you I don't know...
Red ships. Black tea. White walls.
The recorder wheels slowly turn around repeating a voice reciting colors and things in a sustained loop.
I need to sleep you must let me sleep.
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