/lit/ - Literature

>>6838545
I was somewhere lurking around /lit/ on the deep corner of the clock's AM hours and I saw you, or maybe it wasn't you, see, there was no tripcode, and I realized at that moment that the drugs had grabbed hold of my veins and lifted me, hovering, now, at my standing desk, levitating, see, now, I had to determine what was real and what wasn't and this is all just what you've done w/r/t moi.

I remember shouting something like "I feel like an effaced coin!" And suddenly the blue screen of death. Also when I see butterflies I try not to let them land on me.