narval
Enlightened
- Jan 22, 2020
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here there's an urban legend. chinese restaurants make their food with CAT meat instead chicken, so... well. I wish i had a new laptop
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Granted. You participate in a drug trial which advertises itself as part of a national effort to fight the migraine epidemic, and are instructed to take your dose at regular intervals. Months pass without a single headache or migraine, but all is not what it seems. Unbeknownst to you, all of this is part of a super-soldier project to turn test subjects into unfeeling killing machines. As time goes by you lose interest in hobbies and relationships, and there comes a point where the fleeting pleasures others partake in make no sense to you. Disturbingly, you become drawn to the scent of blood and you ask for your steak to be blue-rare. You become so irritable that the smallest inconvenience is enough to send you into a violent rage.I wish I never got headaches or migraines ever again.
Granted. Creepy, crawly things, the dark, screams of the damned—elements of the horror genre that would otherwise intimidate others—arouse you, such that watching horror movies is not only pleasurable, but oddly...comforting.I wish I wasn't so scared of horror movies or anything scary and could actually enjoy them
For the most part, this ain't too different from how I already live hehe.This goes on for some time until you become paranoid that everything and everyone is out to get you. You withdraw yourself socially. You dread every waking day as you are plunged into a living hell. You become reluctant to leave home to get the groceries, so you opt for them to be delivered to your doorstep. Watching horror movies becomes your only refuge, so you spend your days doing just that. You live out the remainder of your life—tragically cut short by physical inactivity and an unhealthy diet—as a shut-in, with 'him' as your one and only companion.
Granted, but now you automatically vomit everything you try to consume causing you to starve and/or die of thirst. You aren't afraid of it anymore, but it's still gonna be annoying to clean up.I wish I wasn't so afraid of vomiting (a.k.a. emetophobia).
Granted, but they are very smolFor the most part, this ain't too different from how I already live hehe.
Granted, but now you automatically vomit everything you try to consume causing you to starve and/or die of thirst. You aren't afraid of it anymore, but it's still gonna be annoying to clean up.
I wish gas was under $4 a gallon again.