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insomnia (Free verse) by Bill Z Bub Still awake.
this room
is so cold.
my eyes
must be raw.
this single
empty room.
these tiny blue pills
in my palm.
a heartbeat.
and thunder outside.
don't.
don't even think it.
Lie down,
framed by the open window
like a camera.
And everything is white now.
My breath is in my head now.
That body in the hallway,
that's me.
My mouth is open.
But I won't scream.
Not out loud.
Up the ladder:
Haiku for Mum
Down the ladder:
Moon (edit)
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Posted: January 7, 2003 7:14 PM PST; Last modified: July 1, 2006 6:27 AM PDTWeighted score: 4.9525743 Overall Rank: 8741 Comments:
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famenglory @ 151.205.198.50
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7-Jan-03/7:17 PM
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wow
This is what happens when your mind wakes up but your body is still asleep. It's a common phenomena, actually. It's stopped frightening me. BTW the secret to a good garlic sauce, as it turns out, is assloads of garlic. Not a lot, or alot, but assloads.
If you removed the first bit and the title, it would be an ace ending to a tale of creeping horror.
HP Lovecraft ain't got nothin' on me.
Except of course for his superlative command of English grammar and language. Or some such.
I like it as is. But what do I know
I drive a truck.
Yeah, but I'm a minimum wage slave, and I write this shite. I think its time to become a professional student again.
Poverty is scarier than any ghost story.
i really hope those blue pills weren't wellbutrin. really. really.
WAKE UP, DAMN YOU!!!
Copy you I did, driver.
You're a fine hand though, keep up the good work!
Thanks dude.
Desperation drips from the teeth of this gnarling beast, liked the overtones of darkness in this -8-
Yeah, I like this-it's very good!
terriffic. hp would be happy, despite the lack of shoggoths.
You don't see enough shoggoths these days.
Our bodies shall meet over such a dish.
fast and good.
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