So you think worms are crawling all over you?
Do you ever get that feeling? I'm not talking about when you're crashing from your mescaline high, I mean just plain as day sober...sitting there and suddenly feel a crawl on your skin. Could be anywhere; arms, legs, chest, back, and/or face. Happens to me all the time, and really I don't know about you but it causes me to break out into a fevered panic. I mean, throwing chairs, screaming, and curling into a fetal position on the floor crying for the sweet, sweet release of death's cold, icey grip are the norm in this scenario. I find that sometimes I can locate the origin, some sort of stimuli that triggers this feeling.
Some of these stimuli include:
1)Television; anything with Craig Kilborn
2)Books; anything written by Kurt Vonnegut
3)Jews
4)The sound of paper being ripped into tiny pieces
Honestly, given what I know about this condition so far, you'd think I'd have a similarly well organized list of remedies or cures for this ailment, but sadly only one thing rids me of the feeling. I have to lay naked in 86 gallons of Healthy Choice Chocolate Pudding snack for 21 minutes every Sunday. Weird, but it's the only thing that does the trick. So, what's your remedy?
Some of these stimuli include:
1)Television; anything with Craig Kilborn
2)Books; anything written by Kurt Vonnegut
3)Jews
4)The sound of paper being ripped into tiny pieces
Honestly, given what I know about this condition so far, you'd think I'd have a similarly well organized list of remedies or cures for this ailment, but sadly only one thing rids me of the feeling. I have to lay naked in 86 gallons of Healthy Choice Chocolate Pudding snack for 21 minutes every Sunday. Weird, but it's the only thing that does the trick. So, what's your remedy?