Sunday, February 27, 2011

This burning, twisting, mind-wrenching agony.

This tension in the back of my neck.

The chalk slides so smoothly against the surface of the blackboard.

Numbers and equations leap from my hand as I scratch away feverishly at the slate with my small cylinder of compacted minerals.

I thrust away desperately at the board with the fragile medium, working as fast as I can to attempt to capitalize on the last remaining hours of focus that I have left.

I can feel the amphetamine leaving my system.

A cacophony of distracting motions, sounds, and textures begin to creep into my senses.

I must hurry.

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