Waving at the last familiar smile.

[mrtilley]

That feeling wakes me up. Someone is there. The previous night I was practicing my peripheral vision. Trying to sense the things around me by their shadows and shape. I see it as an effort in understanding memory and cognitive functioning. Search in the dark. Nothing is there but I know something is there I know someone is there

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[ravieslave]

Something dawned on me earlier this morning when I woke up all fuck-eyed.

You are Danielewski's Johnny Truant. It's like he ripped you directly into this book. Wanted so much to manically e-mail you about this, but I figured I'd leave it here and digest our fabulous e-mailing fracas a bit later into the day.

I should also note I'm infatuated with Truant's character; he sparks something in me.

I am tortured in curious ways.
You are the best thing in the world.

[ravieslave]

For example, from the opening / introduction of the book a la Johnny Truant in House of Leaves:
I still get nightmares. In fact I get them so often I should be used to them by now. I'm not. No one ever really gets used to nightmares.
For a while there I tried every pill imaginable. Anything to curb the fear. Excedrin PMs, Melatonin, L-tryptophan, Valium, Vicodin, quite a few members of the barbital family. A pretty much extensive list, frequently mixed, often matched, with shots of bourbon, a few lung rasping bong hits, sometimes even the vaporous confidence-trip of cocaine. None of it helped. I think it's pretty safe to assume there's no lab sophisticated enough yet to synthesize the kind of chemicals I need. A Nobel Prize to the one who invents that puppy.

For serious.

[neptunegurl]

humm ..hug ..