I stood up from the couch to go to bed. The pill had kicked in and everything seemed lighter.
“Sometimes you gotta do whatcha gotta do”, I said aloud.
A pill, cold metal, a glance over the edge.
A Christmas song popped into my head:
"Do you see what I see?", I sang, turning off lights.
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i say that all the time. the first thing. not the second. i have no doubts about that anymore. you don't see what i see. i gotta get these things checked.
word.
(third fucking time is a charm...fucking Blogger shit)
echoes of Hunter S. Thompson ran around my head, only had this been the good doctor, he would've read more like this:
"the pill kicked in and everything got heavier and more dense; as your attorney, I advise you to sit down and pour a drink..."
"dneapxdw"
p.s. I'm putting together a Revolution against these fucking insufferable word verification things.
LX, I get the sense you are trying to tell us something (I know, I'm quick), but what about all the spam?
Hey J, were you lighter or heavier last night after your drinks?
"aaafwdek"
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