Feb 09, 2005 03:26
"Oh! My nose is broken. What it once was is now dead, and gone. The loss I feel is imense. It was the pillar of my face. It was a breath of fresh air when my mouth was closed. Now I pick at its remains. The bruising of my face is nothing in comparison to the bruising felt in my heart....My face is pretty painful too, though. Let's not trialize that. I mean it's a freaking broken nose for christ's sake, not a splinter or blood blister! I feel I am very brave, I think, to be able to type these keys whilst in such terrible pain, let alone to gather my thoughts, like a bushel of over ripe apples that have become soggy with the morning dew, and started to rot slightly."
-from page 7 by 12 point 3486; Square Root. The Chapter of Doom: The Onset of Swelling.