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Post by 12286665 on Jan 31, 2009 22:40:34 GMT -5
As Christian slowly opened his eyes thinking 'were they closed before, what the f**k i have no reason to believe they were this makes no since' Images started to fade away, in the manor of a static interruption on a television. He felt soft fabric graze against his fingertips as he moved his hands, he could feel a somewhat faded yet well remembered taste of L.S.D. he rose his head to the blurry new Inge's of his wall in front of him. "could i have just been f**ked up and think all this" he said in a voice echoing in his mind. Christian rose to a more forward sitting position vaguely hearing what could be the dead kennedys. 'no imposable' he barely breathed out he realized that maybe some of this wasn't real "i never went to f**king space" he said hazily. He heard a knock on the door and rose to answer it. Opening the door he heard a creek erupt from it, he then saw himself or at least he thought it was holding up some plastic wrap. A massive smile dwelt under that sheet, suddenly Christian was rushed and tackled by the strange doppleganger. The next thing he knew the long layer of celiphane wraped around his face and he could feel after only thirty seconds, his lungs collapsing. For a few seconds only he could feel absolute peace now to relize the song of his final momments actully was eulogy by tool then nothing, liberate tute me ex infernis.....
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zl
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Post by zl on Mar 14, 2010 22:15:54 GMT -5
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