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Bluelight Crew
My reality has shrank to a 3-inch screen. My thoughts have shrank along with it. My epic adventure right now is shrinking the emptiness in my stomach so I'm able to think about shrinking the hole in my wallet. Filing my life away in dead skin and circuts, the joyous mirror image of the hurricane in my own skin and circuts. My world is diminutive compared to yours...hours leading into minutes compared to your days leading into weeks. Feeling time constrict and distort around me as every second impacts me more and more, my good sense slipping away as my primal intentions take over. Starving and nic-fitting never felt so glamorous. The distance between now and dissolution? I'd say about three inches and five millimeters.
