Follow Through

to flail within the tangle of tentacles trying to stra

eyes ev

nd instead of slimy,wet, gelatinous octopus l

y stupid idiot s

ther me to death.I fight and curse,landing on the floor of my bedroom in the pr

is a w

rfect tornad

ontents litter every available surface.A snow globe I've had since childhood is shattered my so is my lava lamp,my makeup case and a tumbler I left on my bedsi

egin to tear up from being open so wide for so long and I'm talking to

reaking

I attempt to sort through the debri that my possessions hav

for about two minutes there's

Actual.Gr

ears from my throat is hardly even human.I panic,thrashing wildly,which catapults me

ceiling- kicking and punching with my eyes c

hout using profanity.I ofcourse deny such a malicious (and very true) claim to which he challenged me to prove him wrong by going a day without swearing.And thus the fruity expletives were born.I began to s

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abbits are ha

n as my adrenalin subsides and start to think 'hey,this isn't so bad after all'.Im like a 5ft 6" slender (BONY) cloud gliding around about six feet in the air.I do

way to

ob and I'm convinced that this is the real deal.Now a whol

can help

four feet of my ceiling.Before I can blink,what looks like a tree