I sit messed up, having just elegantly jabbed myself in the arm with a needle full of ketamine. the buzzing i hear is the only focal point to my attention span as it increases in anger. like a violent refrigerator that harbors the desire to be noticed, i wait patiently for the earthquake. my muscle is sore and my vision begins to blur more slightly than it had before, i can hear the air in my veins grinding through blood once there like battery acid bubbling. im confused, i never thought id be here writing my thoughts down.
Submitted October 27, 2014 at 11:54PM by horribledesigns http://ift.tt/1oQUaRo writing
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