

23?066?2009So she lay down and wished breathing, because she couldn't pray. No known reason why she couldn't believe, though possibilities are obvious. But ain't it always so?23?066?2009
Walls were listening toweringly staring at her loudly, she felt (not only) her eyes closed tight, her whole body was under pressure
and she could feel it growing, I think. Kicking and screaming, will trickled from the depths of her stomach out to her toes and fingernails, those encrusted with dirt. Ripples Pulsating and finally erupting through and


HerregudMy everyday becomes unbearable. Relentlessly numbing/boring/unsensational One thought enters my mind frequently: " ."Herregud


NostrilsI smell it creeping, slowly but forcefully heaving itself into my nostrils. Attacking my nerves My mind screams to me "Capture! You must recall!" The heavy, sour stench In what sort of place would I have smelled such a stench? At what moment, of all of them? The endless amounts of moments that are my life... Buried and inaccessible, yet horribly familiarNostrils
As it leaves me in my desperation a word hastily passes through my mind: Death
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~ Lou King
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Satellites and astronauts, tell me there are greater things ahead.
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