...and the flesh-eating butterflies ate my eyes.

I'm sick. Stupid flu-thing, that is. My nose has transformed into a mucus industry, and it produces snot with a efficiency born of desperation. My face has a strange family likeness with rudolf the red nosed reindeer. My throat feels like it shrunk two size smaller, and i find swallowing increasingly difficult. My chest is heavier than usual, and ( Read more... )

I sometimes have brief vision of other universe. Glimpse of an alternate reality. Today was a world in which guns are made out of enamel and people fight clad in exoskeletton-like armor. And where the water burns when hit by thunder.

P.S.: AND IF YOU DON'T HAVE THE COURTESY OF DYING YOURSELF, I'LL MAKE IT HAPPEN

Boredom is eating me alive. Literally.
I can feel it taking chunks of raw meat from my very own body. Fat, muscle, skin, bones; it doesn't care.
I can hear the wet whine of its large, flat molars chewing on my flesh. Sometimes a bone crunches with a loud, obnoxious sound, or a bit of blood squirts out of the juicy brawn (on my white bed sheets, ( Read more... )