how apt
all sense of hope vanished, along with idea of a futurity; my brain, in thrall to its outlaw hormones, had become less an organ of thought than an instrument registering, minute by minute, varying degrees of its own suffering.the mornings themselves are becoming bad now ... but afternoons are still the worst, when I'd feel the horror, like some poisonous fogbank, roll in upon my mind, forcing me into bed. there i would lie for as long as six hours, stuporous and virtually paralyzed, gazing at the ceiling in a less cluttered room.
waiting for that moment of evening when, mysteriously, the crucifixation would ease up just enough to allow me to force down some food and then, like an automaton, back to the stuporous paralyzed state.
posted by P. @ 4/14/2006 01:18:00 AM
6 Comments:
hiya...stone say stone lah!
lol..yes...u better force some food into that puny body of urs!
oh yah...what happened to ur fan base?wahahahahahahahaha.....
~dera
wahahahahahah a poetic rendition of a crapped out week? :P it'll all be ok lah...take care!
hey girl. This post sounds really painful. I nearly almost teared. heh heh..
Not sure what exactly are you implying, but well i saw your sis at Velvet last nite!
Stop lying on your bed and get out to club soon or eat will do fine too.
Take care!
hey,
yea i was supposed to be her entourage but i decided i had more impt things to attend to that day.
else i would have seen u!
Ahaha. She told me u were at home! How impt is that ah? =p Bummer~
eh ...
at home got impt things to do u know.
hmm like u know wat u can do on ur bed, not alone of course. lol.
working out my muscles also considered bummer meh?
LOL.
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