odd, something. odd. a change that wills me to pull the blanket off and reach for a pen in the night. anyone having met a moment in my room would know it would take something either curious or substantial to submit an inch of flesh from under the covers. my room is always very cold. but this... this happend:
wednesday. jan. 14th, 2009. 3:27 am.
"and i start to feel that i exist again- blood flowing into my extremities like water colors on newsprint. spreading over stale enforcement. a sigh. i'm not exactly relieved. my eyes roll back. this is it. i can feel my body again. until the moment the centrifuge released the chemicals and switched on to REACTIVATE MODE i was unaware i had lost sensation at all. things have a rosy glue feel to them. warm, crossing gates, filling what was drained. bulbous now.
what a time to come back to life when i am so tired. a little annoying. perhaps the 'thing'... i don't have a name for this... the absence, the obscenity precept manifest --cold as a block of ice, the life-seizing/life-giving property tank-- co-exists with this rose-warm being. it seems to be doing so.
a little fantastic.
and also... kind of whatever."
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