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[Jun. 21st, 2009|03:08 pm] |
I feel like I'm made of plasticine. Like I ate the wrong side of the mushroom and shrank shrank shrank into a tiny doll, but my body hadn't changed at all. So now I'm stuck in a huge clunky plasticine mould of myself and can't get out. Strange things drowsy medicines do to you when they should induce sleep, but you end up lying awake, staring at the ceiling. Tingly tingles running up and down your hand, and your head feels wooooooozzzzzyyyyy. Then you wonder, Whooo aaaaaarrrrrr uuuuuuuuu?
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