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It's FUCKING CREEPY outside.
Jun. 5th, 2004 12:00 amI'm a little fucked up right now and I don't even know why. The world is seriously, SERIOUSLY wigging me out.
It's giving me the creeps.
I'm /not on any illegal drugs/. I wish I /were/. Then maybe this would go away.
GOD it's scary outside.
It's completely /still/. It's like the minute before a tornado, or like the world is holding its breath. It's silent. I can't even hear I-80. I can barely hear myself speak, and then it's dampened. The sky is pregnant, but it's not going to rain - it's overcast, but the cloudcover is cirrus and stratus. It's like when a very fine, very cold, very dry cover of snow is on the ground - the kind you can't pack into snowballs, the kind that hurts your teeth thinking about - and everything is deathly still, and you can hear the electricity in the wires overhead, and you can hear the train tracks whispering and humming high-pitched and tense. There's no wind, and it's almost like there's no air. It's hard to breathe even though the humidity's low. Motions are all slowed-down, because there's more resistence, but there's nothing there to push against. The sky is watching and everything sounds /nervous/.
It's driving me even crazier because only a few people can even /tell/, and it had to be pointed out - I had to ask 'Is it just me, or is it /wrong/ outside?' They came back in looking disturbed, and agreed, and none of them could put a finger on why, either.
It's giving me the creeps.
I'm /not on any illegal drugs/. I wish I /were/. Then maybe this would go away.
GOD it's scary outside.
It's completely /still/. It's like the minute before a tornado, or like the world is holding its breath. It's silent. I can't even hear I-80. I can barely hear myself speak, and then it's dampened. The sky is pregnant, but it's not going to rain - it's overcast, but the cloudcover is cirrus and stratus. It's like when a very fine, very cold, very dry cover of snow is on the ground - the kind you can't pack into snowballs, the kind that hurts your teeth thinking about - and everything is deathly still, and you can hear the electricity in the wires overhead, and you can hear the train tracks whispering and humming high-pitched and tense. There's no wind, and it's almost like there's no air. It's hard to breathe even though the humidity's low. Motions are all slowed-down, because there's more resistence, but there's nothing there to push against. The sky is watching and everything sounds /nervous/.
It's driving me even crazier because only a few people can even /tell/, and it had to be pointed out - I had to ask 'Is it just me, or is it /wrong/ outside?' They came back in looking disturbed, and agreed, and none of them could put a finger on why, either.
