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Sep. 18th, 2002 02:12 amNo email, more waiting, no answer, this tears me up; I just need to know, or guess or something
or drink more
or drink more
Sep. 18th, 2002
Luxmutarefacere syndrome
Sep. 18th, 2002 10:39 amThis uncommon compulsion is that which, when the subject enters a darkened room with a movement sensor in it for the light switch they feel compelled to strike some kind of dramatic and/or ridiculous pose, preferably facing a mirror, for when the light switches on.
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Sep. 18th, 2002 02:13 pmIf anything has a more horrible tactile feeling to it than polystyrene I don't know of it...
Call it what you want, but the end was coming.
Feeling was seeping out from every limb as the world slowly went through shades of grey. Even the pinpricks of pins and needles running down my spine were fading away and the dull ache from my shuddering heart was becoming more a distant sound and memory, rather than something that was a part of me.
Light had faded away and my sense of self was falling, to where exactly I would find out, I supposed faintly in the back of my mind, as my last breath shuddered to an end.
Feeling was seeping out from every limb as the world slowly went through shades of grey. Even the pinpricks of pins and needles running down my spine were fading away and the dull ache from my shuddering heart was becoming more a distant sound and memory, rather than something that was a part of me.
Light had faded away and my sense of self was falling, to where exactly I would find out, I supposed faintly in the back of my mind, as my last breath shuddered to an end.
