*choke* *boke* *dies*
urgh - talking 'kittin' tastes like someone's stuffed a heady mulch of rotten rose pettals into my mouth... except they haven't stuffed it into my mouth, it's actually coming up my throat from my lungs as I speak it and there's thorns in the mulch and they're cutting my throat while I try to speak and the putrescent syrupy liquid which bubbles up with it is running into the cuts and stinging and burning but at the same time sweet and maddening...
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Fri 5 Oct 2007, 9:47,
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urgh - talking 'kittin' tastes like someone's stuffed a heady mulch of rotten rose pettals into my mouth... except they haven't stuffed it into my mouth, it's actually coming up my throat from my lungs as I speak it and there's thorns in the mulch and they're cutting my throat while I try to speak and the putrescent syrupy liquid which bubbles up with it is running into the cuts and stinging and burning but at the same time sweet and maddening...