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[verydazedragon]

When I was 5 I discovered the shelf at the top of my closet could support my weight and I sometimes fell asleep up there. No one noticed I was absent, so my mother doesn't know.

When I was 8 I fell off a roof and broke my third rib. You can feel it through my skin, where it healed uneven. I never breathed word of it, and no one hugs me from behind, so my mother doesn't know.

When I was 11 I saw someone die right in front of me with their eyes wide open and I closed them with my fingers, like on TV. I had bed-wetting nightmares for years, but it happened when I was skipping school, so my mother doesn't know.

When I was 13 someone hit me at the perfect angle to splinter my left canine. If I smile sharply, sometimes I cut my lip, but I don't smile unexpectedly, so my mother doesn't know.

When I was 16 I developed a twitch in my left eye. When I am sleepy and stressed, my eye begins to shudder like an act of microagression. I peer into the eyes of others too much, which I'm told is disconcerting, so my mother doesn't know.

When I was 18 I stopped keeping track of the things my mother didn't know. And guess what?

My mother. doesn't. know.

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[verydazedragon]

Ever met somebody who bared their teeth and thought they were smiling? Friendly and hostile and possessive and generous.

—I met something Other on a Harvest Moon

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[verydazedragon]

My proclivity for chaos is not exactly conducive to a healthy relationship, but that doesn't stop me from attempting to be extremely attractive and compellingly aloof. My hope is that someone will become fascinated by my practiced indiferrence and fall madly in love with my antisocial behavior. They will begin dragging me to societal functions to show me off as their reclusive lover; everyone who fears me and regards me with suspicion will respect me for capturing the heart of an angel such my lover. I will then love that being for the rest of our mortal lives, even if they put sugar in my coffee and wear socks with their slippers, both of which are abominable indiscretions, and neither of us will cry ourselves to sleep ever again. The end.

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[verydazedragon]

To bury an enemy is more upsetting than to bury a friend

Whether one loves an enemy or hates them, it makes no difference

An enemy is more constant than a friend, more consistent

To lose a friend is to lose a fight, but to lose an enemy is to lose a reason

And that is the worst things to lose of all

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[verydazedragon]

Hypnosis, in a natural state, is a defense mechanism. The subconscious ability to narrow all thoughts into one when staring down the wolves, disregarding appearances, desperate to survive the exchange; that is hypnosis of the purest embodiment. The guttural cry, the grappling hands, wrestling away the teeth—a human in his most vulnerable form is equivalent to a human at his most feral.

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[verydazedragon]

State of Affairs in the Morning: smells

a little bit like the smoke from the cigarette of a friend, a little like the coffee I spilled on my sleeve. a bit too sweet of what I dabbed on my wrist. dryer sheets and starchy collar; a trace of that early-morning-wet smell that leaves you feeling slightly itchy and wishing your car wasn't in the shop. A remnant of ointment that only i can smell, and only when I curl my lip at my own coffee breath.

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