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my_first_blackout
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birdmad circa 1989
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oh, the days of valium. the one thing that ever allowed me the freedom of consciousness without conscious recollection
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021011
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kss
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boones farm wine, 1983. I guess I did a lot of funny thing, don't remember them. I ended up great friends with a local college radio DJ that did my favorite punk show. He said I called him about 25 times, and because it was a small scene I met him in person not much later. That led me to becoming a DJ, which I did for about 5 years, and it changed my musical life, and maybe everything else for that matter.
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021011
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call_me_lydea
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Was in the second grade. I was flipping on these bars and the next thing I know I am on a couch with blood running from my nose. that was only the first time...
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021012
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screwing for virginity
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i was in the shower. i felt dizzy and light headed, so i grabbed the soap dish imbedded in the wall for balance. i saw the whiteness start to creep in, so i turned off the water. next thing i know, im wrapped up in the shower curtain between the toilet and the shower with a hurt leg. my mom said she heard something big fall in the bathroom, shouted "is everything ok" i didnt say anything, so she went back to bed.
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021013
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p2
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i've blacked out before? i don't seem to remember it how odd...
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021014
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voodoo
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my boyfriend and i were dropping a friend off at home after partying. when i got out of the front seat to let her out, i got dizzy, but thought it was just from the buzz i had. the next thing i know, i'm on all fours in her driveway, puking like there's no tomorrow. i woke up puking. weird. while it was happening, i thought i was still at the party we just left. everyone there was hunched around me, asking if i was ok. since i thought i was at the party still, i yelled at them to leave me alone. then i finally realized where i was. i got back into the truck, and looked in the mirror. i guess i landed on my head because i had a huge bleeding bump on my forehead. not pretty. that was about five years ago and i still have a scar.
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030910
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melted plastic
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i've never blacked out. been fucked out of my head, but somehow still "there". maybe i'm immune to the departure of consciousness, outside of sleep, concussion or the influence of anaesthesia.
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030910
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nocturnal
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ah, I'll never forget it...oh, wait.
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030911
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x
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exactly. fuck if i know.
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030912
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god
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i did a bunch of shit, then i don't member nuthin. they tell me i attacked the potato chips and made out with tracey. i ended up w/ a black eye. oh how i miss being ripped.
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thieums
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I remember arriving home on my moped, putting it in the garage, and entering the living room. Then suddenly I woke up. I was face down in blood at a crossroad, with a broken arm and the strap of my helmet almost choking me. I had been ran over by a car. What scared me is that during all the time I was unconscious I actually continued to live my life just as if nothing happened...
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130326
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
from
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