Tom Ramcigam (magicmarmot) wrote,
Tom Ramcigam

emotional sodomy

Dark place, I think. I can recognize changes in my personality, odd changes like somebody else is driving. And even that's not right, it's like I'm insulated from the creature that 'faces with people, yet it's still a part of me.

Take a metal powder, apply heat and pressure, and the metal powder forms something that's not quite metal, not quite a sponge.

Everything is different somehow, like everything has been turned slightly to the left, like something big is going to end soon. Portents of doom.

It's different than the normal post-show crash, deeper, more permanent.

The metal becomes porous to the point where liquids and gases can pass through, with rates depending on the density, on the porosity.

I don't know where I'm going, where this will all end up. It's gonna be a ride, and maybe not a fun one.

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    Finally, I feel clean. Having strawberries with whipped cream. Fat-free whipped cream, but it's still yummy.

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    Woke up from what I think was a dream with that line in my head. No context, other than it completely made sense. Yes, I am indeed awake, and for no…

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    Done- de done-done. At least for the night. The old studio is no longer a studio, it's now a studio apartment of sorts. The walls are fixed, though…

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