LOL! A case of highly-contagious and rapidly spreading PEST.
This one seems to be off to an early start:
knowbody0 (1000+ posts) Sun Jul-17-05 10:53 PM
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my season in the attic
i can remember the beginning of the pain, and climbing the stairs, wooden stairs. opening the door my knees weakened and i dropped to the floor, which became the sea. reeds and grass swallowed me and i went inside of the inside. it was there i felt my primal scream, not from my vocal chords, but another place within the within of me. there, there was no time, no before and after, just a drumming, i could hear my own blood rushing through me and oozing out of my pores. at what moment the agony became exquisite i do not know, but i did love it, i owned it. it was me.
do you understand when i say i miss it sometimes? and do you understand that i have become comfortably numb?