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I saw The Prestige yesterday at 3 PM.
And I still feel uncomfortable.
Go see it.
I had a dream last night that Dixie Road asked me (with his mind) to stitch up his ribs. I miss him a lot.
I thought of something today. Who is the voice that talks in our head? I don't really know what I sound like. So is it the muffled-by-my-flesh-and-meat-between-my-mouth-and-ears-eeroneous-clamor I hear when I talk? Or is what my mind presumes I sound like? When you think. Who the fuck says em outloud behind your eyes?
My hands feel like mallets when I hold my pillow & start to fall asleep. Exactly like mallets.
I thought I had a ghost in my room, because objects would go missing. And then turn up a few days later. And used. But I think it's just Drunk Liz. Yeah. The blackouts haven't stopped.
I feel really disoriented. As if I have a concussion & don't realize it.
When the quiet is rattling. And you don't remember what noise is.
And I still feel uncomfortable.
Go see it.
I had a dream last night that Dixie Road asked me (with his mind) to stitch up his ribs. I miss him a lot.
I thought of something today. Who is the voice that talks in our head? I don't really know what I sound like. So is it the muffled-by-my-flesh-and-meat-between-my-mouth-and-ears-eeroneous-clamor I hear when I talk? Or is what my mind presumes I sound like? When you think. Who the fuck says em outloud behind your eyes?
My hands feel like mallets when I hold my pillow & start to fall asleep. Exactly like mallets.
I thought I had a ghost in my room, because objects would go missing. And then turn up a few days later. And used. But I think it's just Drunk Liz. Yeah. The blackouts haven't stopped.
I feel really disoriented. As if I have a concussion & don't realize it.
When the quiet is rattling. And you don't remember what noise is.