An Interrupted NapAs I close my eyes, the pain begins to subside. Seven tiny needles simultaneously work their way in and out of my flesh. It's a small pain, almost non-existant. My arm begins to fall asleep and I start to wish I could drift away that easily. My thoughts begin to wander; past events flashing through my mind and confusion about what I'll be doing later. It was nice outside earlier, but now it's gotten colder. Perfect weather for a hoodie, too bad I didn't bring one with me. The buzzing of the gun reminds me where I am, and its' sweet, serene noise is a lullaby to me.&nAn Interrupted Nap
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SaltThe tiny cuts on my toes ache like I’ve poured salt in them. Which I kind of have. Whoever convinced me that running barefoot through the forest and then swim in the cold, salty sea afterwards was a good idea? I guess that’s the sort of thing you do when you travel to a solitary house in the middle of the woods to figure out the meaning of your existence. I’m going to get a cold.Salt
And as I sit here telling tales to the flames in the fireplace and thinking about Absinthe, the cat not the liqueur, with Brandy next to me, the drink not the girl, I conclude, lazily, that I exist merely to ask myself why I do just that.
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"L'artiste n'est artiste qu'à la condition d'être double et de n'ignorer aucun phénomène de sa double nature."
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