I’m finding this difficult to write. I think there is something wrong with me. My arms feel weighed down. It’s as if, in my head, or something stopping me, slowing me down to write. My head is splitting, I feel ill, sick, to the point of puking.
I feel like a voice in my head, that I am struggling to say what I need or to be heard. There’s something around my neck, and it’s suffocating me. The pain is greater under the lower part of my face, above the neck line to my right. My hands are typing, I think,...
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Where were we? I couldn’t tell. It was a large city, covered in blocks of concrete and metal structures, and we were driving on a suspension bridge at the time. He was on the phone, and I don’t even remember what he looked like. Who was he talking to? Someone I feared, or someone I was at least weary of.
I saw the abyss of the sea below us, shattering against the metallic structure that stood in its way. The water continued to bash against the metal, asking for its home back, asking it to leave. The man-made monstrosity, which allowed...
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I spent most of the very early hours morning listening to Godspeed, writing that review I couldn’t, editing files, trawling Internet forums, and submitting my CVs to various agencies where employers advertise.
Later hours of the early morning were spent fighting with a spider. I’m not scared of the spiders in the country I live. They’re not exactly paralyzingly dangerous, they don’t bite and if they do it’s not dangerous as the bite is actually an anesthetic, so it wouldn’t infect you. So many people, for whatever reason, are very, very scared of spiders. My friend is 27 and he hates...
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