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usernamenumberEvery available episode of "Trapped in the Closet". One evening. I...
I have no words; and yet I must find words to speak. It oscillates with dizzying rapidity between being the "The Room" of epic stream of consciousness R&B videos (meditate on this) and... something more. Unlike The Room, it almost... almost has... or perhaps just teases us with... a self-consciousness that wraps it all the way around from "bizarre train wreck" to "masterpiece of a mad genius". It just... I think I'm losing my grip on reality. Time, Space, and Art have all become a blur; newly-defined by the elimination of everything that I thought defined them. One island of solace in the sea upon which I find myself adrift: at least it's ok that I'm up past my bedtime, for I feel as though I've just awoken from a thousand of the strangest dreams...
If I don't survive the metamorphosis, I am so haunting your ass for doing this to me,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lediva...
I have no words; and yet I must find words to speak. It oscillates with dizzying rapidity between being the "The Room" of epic stream of consciousness R&B videos (meditate on this) and... something more. Unlike The Room, it almost... almost has... or perhaps just teases us with... a self-consciousness that wraps it all the way around from "bizarre train wreck" to "masterpiece of a mad genius". It just... I think I'm losing my grip on reality. Time, Space, and Art have all become a blur; newly-defined by the elimination of everything that I thought defined them. One island of solace in the sea upon which I find myself adrift: at least it's ok that I'm up past my bedtime, for I feel as though I've just awoken from a thousand of the strangest dreams...
If I don't survive the metamorphosis, I am so haunting your ass for doing this to me,
lediva...
