10 June 2009

Sam 2009-06-10 (Just)

No joined up thoughts now.
Almost no consciousness.
Just images mainly, lights. Filtered through shut lids, that thin skin that differentiates between sleep and waking, life and death.
I've walked through life lately wishing for da penny's.
Blue lights, flashing, ambulance I guess. Ah Fuck, fuck, fuck. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK
Bright white light with someone moving round me, paramedic? Maybe, dunno, WTF.
Regular white light, every second or so, bright, light, bright, light, bright, light.
Regular bright white light, a disc of light.
E.R I guess.

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