2016-12-29 at 7:23 PM UTC
It all came to me in a confusing, disturbing, intruding mess while slime was oozing, brain burning, I'm not losin but I'm not learning.
I can't believe I got to this point. The past four.. five maybe.. years have been a mess. It started, my life, at first it was as it shouldve been. A tiny blue football.
The bitter, unwelcoming, slicing taste contrasted the meditative feelings of not worrying about things I always thought you were SUPPOSED to worry about, all the time. The clock, the window, my computer, work and hobbies. Everything in life always had its distinct flavor of stress.
The itchy, scratchy stress of clothes against my skin while I'm rushing to class sleep deprived and feverishly delirious.
The self concious, compulsive anxiety of clenching my jaw and shaping my face because it was ugly and untoned.
As the oval blue tablet begins to melt and disperse, the extreme relaxation hits like a football to the head and instead of mangling my face it restored it to its original appearance, atleast my eyes viewed it as so.
its gonna be like pikhal and tihkal but like a story too
2016-12-29 at 8:28 PM UTC
i toled u befor write porn stories for horny fat milfs on amazon u will make more money than trying 2 shill out ur 4chan crossposting fanbase
2016-12-30 at 9:49 AM UTC
But i read pihkal on the bus and its mostly technical stuff like add this to beaker and heat to 20c for an hour.
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2016-12-30 at 10:23 AM UTC
Needs some tidying up but that's half of writing anyway. It's very good :)
