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13 thoughts on “02.0×095”
I felt like that once when I got hit full force between the eyes with a pool cue.
Oh my. That is more like a curvaceous slip and slide through the space-time-mind continuum with side-stops for random moments drunken with slow-motion microscopic precision alternated with meaningless epiphanies of angel/demon complexes and past-life regressions. And then the dog barks and it’s time to walk the dog. In a k-hole. On Xmas day. And that is the expurgated version. ~ 8^}>
When I was twelveI got tackled full-force by a big, bulky teenager (Older, around seventeen or eighteen), he specifically hit me in the lower-abdomen. Not a fun place to be hit, me being a female. Perhaps that’s close to what he’s feeling, though that was more of a knock-the-breath-out-of-me-for-three-straight-days sort of deal.
Years ago, I worked at a chemical company. While pouring a five gallon can of toluene into a vat one day, I got it all over my arms. Between the skin contact and the fumes, I know exactly where Ben’s at. Not a fun place to be; not at all.
Sounds similar to when i was in a soccer skirmish at 10 and i kicked the ball into a very big 15 year old’s crotch and he fell on me. kinda went, kick- “oof…” “oh god” *squish*
I felt like that once when I got hit full force between the eyes with a pool cue.
Yeah, I felt like that too. I once fell down flat on my face after swinging between a couple of tables. Cracked a tooth.
Yeah I’ve been there a few times, but it took a whole bottle of Jack to get me there and it was a REAL bad time before AND after.
Ketamine’ll get you there with one tiny line
Or a quarter CC spiked into your thigh. Er – so I’ve heard.
Oh my. That is more like a curvaceous slip and slide through the space-time-mind continuum with side-stops for random moments drunken with slow-motion microscopic precision alternated with meaningless epiphanies of angel/demon complexes and past-life regressions. And then the dog barks and it’s time to walk the dog. In a k-hole. On Xmas day. And that is the expurgated version. ~ 8^}>
When I was twelveI got tackled full-force by a big, bulky teenager (Older, around seventeen or eighteen), he specifically hit me in the lower-abdomen. Not a fun place to be hit, me being a female. Perhaps that’s close to what he’s feeling, though that was more of a knock-the-breath-out-of-me-for-three-straight-days sort of deal.
Years ago, I worked at a chemical company. While pouring a five gallon can of toluene into a vat one day, I got it all over my arms. Between the skin contact and the fumes, I know exactly where Ben’s at. Not a fun place to be; not at all.
Painting the inside of a poorly ventilated garage with industrial strength oil paint’ll get you somewhere around there, given an hour or so.
He’s not going to wake up at the end of the story and realize this was a chemical-induced hallucination, is he?
I felt like that after catching a rock right between the eyes when I was a kid. Some jagoff threw it over the wall behind our backyard.
Sounds similar to when i was in a soccer skirmish at 10 and i kicked the ball into a very big 15 year old’s crotch and he fell on me. kinda went, kick- “oof…” “oh god” *squish*
toluene, xylene, acetone, methyl ethyl ketone. Nothing like some volatile organic compounds to spice things up.