Part 1- Acclimatization
3.7.07 by I.R.
... I find myself alone, cold and hungry under the steel white moon. I am overcome by ominous sensations of fear and rage as I seek shelter against the omnipresent tempest. The dilapidated corn fields begin to tremble under the weight of my feet, and I suddenly become aware of a sharp tingling near the back of my spine. At the brink of insanity, I forsake all traces of inhibition and confront my personal demon and eternal tormentor. I launch myself at the heathen, pummeling it to the ground, forcing onto it sharp blows and robust strikes with unbelievable zealotry and fervor.
Surely, the beast begins to ebb in stature until there is nothing left except its weary crocodile-skinned boots.
To this day, sleeping is difficult. The boots forebode the return of the demon, as I fear the remains of the demon still reside in it, inevitably to awaken and torment anew.
Surely, the beast begins to ebb in stature until there is nothing left except its weary crocodile-skinned boots.
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To this day, sleeping is difficult. The boots forebode the return of the demon, as I fear the remains of the demon still reside in it, inevitably to awaken and torment anew.
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