Asthma Strikes Back!

11:56 PM

Wheezing sound of trapped mucous at the center, of now tighten airways in my chest, disturbs and awake me from my slumber. Not only the "weeeezz..", every time I hauled air into my mouth, but also, the vibration, the rumbling of the tighten bronchi passageways, as air is forced in and out through that fully-occupied barrier. My chest hurts, screaming and begging for mercy, as I, piercingly, purges air into my now-considerably-tired lungs. My lungs and airways doesn't agree with their master, and tend to retaliate to a series of painful and excruciating coughs, that can be heard miles away.

Not those pills, those bitter-to-kill pills, can even help me now. 4 pills. Useless mercenaries, for the price that I've sacrifice. Even the brain, my brain, set up to join this mutiny. As I very tired and even betrayed by my own body, my own parts, I've tried my very best to stay vigilant. Keep my eyes open to the screen that shines my dark hideout. My eyes are trying to fight it off, the temptation, and keep focusing to the keyboard, while my fingers and heart are still here by my side, backing me up and keep coughing up word by word. Trying to at least complete this memoir to the 4th paragraph.

The A.C has been suspended by its duty and strip down its rank, as it is the one who responsible with this attack. Along with the miniature sized diseased of armies that hides under the carpet, the curtain, and some even prepared to maneuver an aerial assault, by camping on the ceiling fan. The can hide there, but what comes tomorrow, they can hide. Yes! A counter-strike is in motion, and soon, at dawn, the imploder-machines and broom stick and spongy mops shall rise from the depths of storage and come crushing down, sucking and tearing their based camps all over the house, and I promise you, it will be a b-e-a-u-tiful sight! 

But tonight, as I reaches the 4th paragraph, my brain discovers his enemy's weakness. Head-ache. The armies are marching in, with their war-drums, banging at my head's wall. Stomping the grounds of my eyes captivities, putting my eye's operator at gun-point and force them to relief their posts. My left eye twitches when the bullet goes straight to the operator's head. The gnomes that mutually cooperates to move and create motion on my fingers and arms as a team, are now their target. My eye's starts failing me as the glare from the computer screen penetrates the protective layer. Adding and additional pain to the already-roam swirl of madness in between my eye-brows. The head-ache now have completely evolve to the next level, a four-headed creature with spiky body armor and long-venomous fangs on each head, a Migraine.

The brains are now so powerful over his own master, ordered a full scale attack on all departments. I still with my gnome-operated finger and my oh-so-brave heart, prepares our last stand here. The coughs strikes hard on my chest, multiple hits, causing me to spits out the cast away. As the cough keep on bashing our fortress, the creature, the Migraine when loose. As the story told, no one can control a Migraine. She evolves, then she destroys all in its path. Only one can stand on its way. The white, oblong-ed, battle-cruiser with multiple rail-cannon and clocking ability called, Aspirin. But sadly, even the brain begs me to unleashed the Migraines match, its seems I'm out of stock. Me my self and the rest of us here, at our last stand fortress, realizes that the end is coming and no one can stop it. We watch from within the walls, the beast terrorizes the brain, feast on its flesh and sting all the roots of the neuro network with its acidic venom.

My heads getting heavier, and heavier as the darkness approaches. The fog of black smokes comes lurking form the upstairs department, leaving behind the destroyed faculties of my mind. Soon all transportation system will be paralyzed, as the red eyes and shining fangs approaches my neck. And yes, not long I've waited, the pain sets in. Its time for me, use this last energy, to get to bed, and closes my eyes, letting the colossal beast consumes me to the other world, the D-Land. Farewell all......Argh! The pain...Don't stop till you get on your bed!....good....ni..night.......******!*@#*!@$!(@$(!#)%)!#@)%!#_%_!_$ WEOQOQW..........................................................................................................................................

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