Every few days or so, I'll be doing the most regular of every-day daily tasks and I will start to feel it: my consciousness drifting apart from my body, being pushed aside while yours makes its way into my senses. With a sharp pop, you're in. You can see what my eyes capture, hear what my ears percieve, you smell the scents that tingle my nose. Feel what I do.
And without any warning, before I've had any time to accustom, poof, you're off.
Saturday, May 12, 2007
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Eso, en mi pueblo, se llama posesión.
A ti te toca decidir si es demoníaca o no.
Muaka
Posesión, violación perceptiva... llámalo X.
Demoníaca no sé, pero divina tampoco. Termino medio.
Remuakas
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