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Fear and Loathing in Los Marmotas



Have her bound and washed, then bring her to me.

Had a sudden and very angry thought as I was falling asleep. All of the romantic (or even quasi-romantic) connections that I've made have been a lie, pure illusion, games where the players laugh at me behind my back. The thought and subsequent reaction were enough to jerk me wide awake with adrenaline coursing through my veins, and now I'm trying to calm down. I know from whence the feeling comes; something long buried, dug up in some deeper mental flossing. Why in the hell that would get dredged up now I haven't a clue, but it's echoing in my psyche.

But what of the bird?

I don't know anymore. I have this sudden wariness, this lack of trust that's pounding on my front door. Paranoia, maybe, or possibly truth masquerading as fear.

Kill it.

I'd ask if there was any such thing as stress-induced paranoia, but I wouldn't trust you to answer me truthfully.

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molasses
Jul. 24th, 2006 05:29 am (UTC)
yes to the stress paranoia and, goddam, you're a beautiful man.


jenx
Jul. 24th, 2006 01:10 pm (UTC)
Seconded. Thirded, even.

*fans self*
ignusfaatus
Jul. 24th, 2006 06:06 am (UTC)
yes. stress induced paranoia. crispy crunchy mindfulness went into the toaster and got crumbly. forgot to butter it.
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