November 24th, 2007 | people I know
It is as if your two best friends in the world, who also happen to be symbiotic twins, suddenly turn into sizzling ultraviolet sunbags. The pain moves at the speed of hurting straight to your neuromatrix, and immediately your cerebellum attempts to find an exit. But it is no use. The only destination is the House of Delirium at the corner of Oh, My God I?m Going to Die.