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Started by Socks, February 01, 2012, 09:09:11 AM

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This window that I seen and went over to, when I came up, because it was open. I closed this and noticed that a book was near, with a toothpick on it. I approached. The toothpick perfectly fit one of the lines on the cover, and I carefully aligned it against a row of white between two pictures. But each time that I shifted one end, to more perfectly bring it in order, the other shifted too out of place. It was a bit vexing, but thrilling at once. This came to an end, to my satisfaction. Although across the room there stood a table on which several things were strewn. I hurriedly brushed the paper away until I found myself arranging even the most obscure items upon it carefully and in full attention. It dawned on me, that around 20 minutes had passed, and I surveyed a complete mess of the rust beneath me, around me, within me. I thought, this was my life.

What ruins befall me.

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Quote from: ncba93ivyase on June 18, 2014, 07:58:34 PMthis isa great post i will use it in my sig

Socks

Quote from: <sub>Pancake</sub> <sup>Persona</sup> on February 01, 2012, 09:10:28 AM
i'm confused


Without elaborating I don't see how I should be concerned about it.

kougraducky

Quote from: Socks on February 01, 2012, 09:09:11 AM
This window that I seen and went over to, when I came up, because it was open. I closed this and noticed that a book was near, with a toothpick on it. I approached. The toothpick perfectly fit one of the lines on the cover, and I carefully aligned it against a row of white between two pictures. But each time that I shifted one end, to more perfectly bring it in order, the other shifted too out of place. It was a bit vexing, but thrilling at once. This came to an end, to my satisfaction. Although across the room there stood a table on which several things were strewn. I hurriedly brushed the paper away until I found myself arranging even the most obscure items upon it carefully and in full attention. It dawned on me, that around 20 minutes had passed, and I surveyed a complete mess of the rust beneath me, around me, within me. I thought, this was my life.

What ruins befall me.

This is my life...also, OCD...I hate it...

Socks

Quote from: kougraducky on February 01, 2012, 09:34:15 AM
This is my life...also, OCD...I hate it...


I kind of like the ocd quirk that comes with it, because it expresses itself rather curiously and in mild form, at least most of the time.

don't let's


Socks


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