PHQ-Nickname:
hollow
Halfquake:
Radical Perfection
Level:
21
Total kills:
711,304
Birthday:
September 25th 1985
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| Mood: | depressive |
| Type: | Story |
| Added: | December 07th 2004, 01:55:58 |
| Visits: | 1205 |
| Rating: | Not rated yet. |
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| Alone is every sense. Why should I be concerned that they all stopped talking one to the other? My ears know their own rules, and disregard sharing. Something my eyes saw so offended them they went into reclusion, and the shock went to all the disparate ends of my nerves. These were the last hours anyone heard anything from my mouth. After that all communication was lost. Occasionally my right hand, out of isolation, ventures to check on it, but the irregular machinations of the jaw and lips are a mystery. No one can read lips by hand. You may tell me things, my eyes know you do, but the phrase you tell me, that I (mind) want to hear, never reachs further than the drumset. |
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