All is quiet. Contentedly brooding in italic typeface, happily humming dreary tunes, a single abrupt thought sends the mind reeling and mild isolation rapidly decays into absolute abhorrence, everything you are inside and out is simply vile putrescence. You are hideous. This thought echoes, reverberating against the primary, the catalyst to this agony. No, not echoing, for this thing is growing in magnitude and ferocity, tormenting it's host for seemingly no other reason than to amplify minute self loathing at some forgotten trespasses or innocuous indulgences. The force of such revulsion becomes tangible and sets the body rocking violently. -And for what? As soon as it materialized the thought is a ghost and you are left feeble and blinking at the dust left by the cerebral apparition. All is quiet. What just happened?
COMMENTS
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Bones
05:33 Jan 19 2010
You got smacked in the head?
D hasn't decided to take up boxing again and use you for practice, has he?
:P
GalFriday
05:42 Jan 19 2010
Ha! Bones, I'd like to see him try! That's what I got these handy-dandy fistacuffs for. Why I aughta'!...
My head smacked me more like it... Yeah,... That's the ticket, I like the ring to that...
Angelus
02:51 Jan 25 2010
what just happened?
mayhap you expressed cogent thought randomly? Or perhaps, randomly visited in text verbal excetea?