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Some Insight To A Frightening Thing; My Mind

Essay By: BulletofCorruption
True confessions


Foremost I must warn all that this is quite true.... I discovered the cure for writers block and a few worrisome things about myself. In fact this is quite pointless, but can provide some insight to my way of thinking if anyone was curious.


Submitted:Jul 16, 2010    Reads: 52    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Some Insight To A Frightening Thing; My Mind

After endless weeks of emotionless living since the news of my impending tasks. I hadn't encountered a single thing that could shake this overwhelming feeling of dread. Just merely existing waking up on the brink of noon and suffering through sleepless nights. Maybe a slight exaggeration, though actually living it, this seems just shy from the truth.
Just around mid afternoon I received a message from my glorious mother, instructing me to start pricing items for our up coming yard sale. I had two issues with this question, the main one would be my despising of yard sales and secondly I didn't wish to experience another collision on memory lane. Sifting through jovial souvenirs of our once family outings. Reminiscing on the past seems vain when there is a plethora of things to complete in order to construct a productive future. Either way I went into her, quite frightening room, being that's it's isolated from the rest of the house and began laying out these mocking possessions.
In less than a few hours I had finished more than half of my mission and was untouched by any unwanted memories. My initial fretting had proven pointless and for that I was happy. All until I came across this lame Santa fairy thing. Surly I'm old enough to no longer believe in such outrageous folklore and also the side fact of being a Satanist, Santa just, well isn't accepted. Though it's eyes struck a cord, which lead to the snapping of some threads and realization bitch slapped me across the face. Those irritating beady, painted on eyes shoved this predator known as depression off of me. So know I sit and ponder, reconsidering my faith in unseen entities as to why the smallest thing moved the largest boundary present. That and I finally found the cure to writers block, miniature sized Santa fairies. I'm now a self proclaimed genius.





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