manhattan mournings
this morning i started reading a million pieces by james frey. the book is graphic yet sort of apathetic in a dissociated way. i'm floating... it's not out of elation though. my skin is numb and... distant like the narration in the novel. i vaguely feel the heat but i'm not sweating, just warm. a guy walking past me in a business suit is wiping his forehead with a handkerchief. the woman in front of me has a dark black mustache. i'm not even kidding. so surreal!
posted by jinners @ 10:55 AM
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...that book has a brutal description of a root canal sans anaesthetic. I actually had to skip a page.
yeah it's pretty brutal to read. i feel like i am torturing myself. and by the way, my shoulder is in sharp pains right now... inexplicably. wtf??
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