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Profile  Joshua Hoong 06.09.92 Audiophile Self-Proclaimed-Certified-iPod-Evangelist Interests Holga Emily Haines Jews JUICE Photography Not Drawing Rilo Kiley Stars Twee Vaseline Writing Your Sister Take It Out On Me We Won't Turn To Dust May 2008 June 2008 September 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 June 2009 Credits Layout: hearteditorials Codes: -ambulance Icon: biconcave |
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
In the car I close my eyes to better shield it from the glare of the sun. A red veil envelopes my vision and lightning flashes, a kaleidoscope full of mystery, a disco ball of an eye.
Nausea hits me and my eyelids part as quickly as the lips of a couple caught making-out. Everything seems tungsten, desaturated, dead. The headlights swing by at lightspeed and another bout of nausea hits me. I grab my stomach and place my head in between my thighs. Blood rushes back to my head and cousin complains I'm turning red. I say that I am fine. Everything looks normal again, the soft glow in the atmosphere is swept away by the wind and I notice my throat is parched like paper. Your face fills my head and i replay your scent, your laughter, your touch, ad nauseam like a rosary. |