Dextromethorphan hydrobromide ... 360 mg

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A boy sits on the floor of an unkempt room, hands tucked between the inner thighs of crossed legs, the right loosely-clenched to fit the relaxed curve of his left. He stares blankly into the TV screen, its abnormal-brightness dissolving the picture into a nearly monotonous glow, the only evidence of anything actually taking place within being the occassional intensifying or dulling of extraneous light outside of its usual pulse. The room is mostly dark, definition blurred and rounded by the juxtaposition of shapes and colors either shadowed or over-exposed, any distinguishable surface taking on an almost-white shade of blue comparable to that of the television's contrasted glare. The boy licks idly at his parted lips, the corners of which collecting a sticky, white residue, the remainder chapped and splitting. Aside from the incessant static and the inconsistent series of fizzles and pops, there is no sound, and if it were not for the fact that he still could breath, he would not have believed the idea of a total absence of air to be too farfetched. He started to lean back, but as he did, he felt a rather peculiar sensation in his brain, as if it had secreted a thin, rubbery layer that began to encompass its entire form, and the further he leaned back, the farther it had spread. Seemingly unbothered by this, he continued, looking up as he did like there had been some chance for him to see inside. With this progression, the static from early was intensifying, becoming increasingly unpleasant like the sratching and buzzing of an insect's wings that had found its way inside his ear, but then, that had all changed. He was all the way back now, and with one final gulp, his brain was completely enveloped, the buzzing now muffled by a grey layer.

[Two posts in one day. The first is older. Deal with it.]