What is it about today that make makes me feel like my insides are all mangled. I think I can feel my spine touch my brain, and my shoulder blades ache like they're about to sprout serrated edged steel wings.
Uh, my eyes feel like they're ready to just about ooze out of my sockets, and my arms, particularly elbows, feel like they're being weighed down with anchors.
Ah my neck feels like its crushed beneath boulders, that it's straining with great difficulty to balance my head. I can feel my spine on fire, right down to coccyx. My digits feel like permanent rigor mortis has set in.
Feels like I was cradling an atom bomb when it set off.
This isn't right, and to think it's a Wednesday. My favourite weekday.
It's like my body feels contradicted between staying starch rigid or noodle limp. Can't make up its mind.
I'm thinking back to what I did, to land up in this state of throbbing distress. My nerve cells feel lacerated. Did a body snatcher swap my nervous system with an alien one?
Ugh to everything
Uh, my eyes feel like they're ready to just about ooze out of my sockets, and my arms, particularly elbows, feel like they're being weighed down with anchors.
Ah my neck feels like its crushed beneath boulders, that it's straining with great difficulty to balance my head. I can feel my spine on fire, right down to coccyx. My digits feel like permanent rigor mortis has set in.
Feels like I was cradling an atom bomb when it set off.
This isn't right, and to think it's a Wednesday. My favourite weekday.
It's like my body feels contradicted between staying starch rigid or noodle limp. Can't make up its mind.
I'm thinking back to what I did, to land up in this state of throbbing distress. My nerve cells feel lacerated. Did a body snatcher swap my nervous system with an alien one?
Ugh to everything
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