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I'm waiting for my friend to get back to me about a concert in Norfolk. That is four hours from my house but she is on the way and I do really want to go for a few reasons, the most important of which is that Lemuria's playing. But I also am not sure I want to go all the way to Norfolk. I am gripped by a familiar ghost and I don't know why I'm letting it touch me.
Be less literal, Peaches.
That's true. Although sometimes, when I'm deep in thought, I've picked something up (usually a cigarette, by the wrong end) and my thought process is literally this "do do do picking this up... I guess we'll never know why it's called a 'blow' job when you're really supposed to suck-what's going on with my hand? Somethings wrong with my hand! What is it? It's HOT! OH NO!" in a split second, so idk. Also a fair chance I might respond strangely out of confusion. "It's a ghost?! I wonder how it tastes?" -nom-