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Lately I've picked up the 'hobby' of holding my breath, and apparently writing as well. My thoughts are sketchy on this, and my memory is fussy. But this how it felt to set my current record.
Underwater
The soft cool feel of damp air rushes down my throat as I sink down into the basin. The water envelopes me, crushing me gently. I close my eyes and let the darkness overcome me, and the song Undertow slowly rises from the depths of my memory. Twice as loud as Heaven. Twice as clear as reason. I shove the world away for now, ignoring physical sensations the best I can. It will do me no good down here. I will not breathe. My lungs are uncomfortably full, but with my tongue I force the air to stay contained, they must fill their role.
The time is ticking by slowly. Briefly I glimpse at my watch. I close my eyes again and force them upwards, looking into the seemingly everlasting darkness of my eye holes. Layers of nothingness. Finally I am alone. Reality is patiently adding pressure, wanting to return, and I know it is only the beginning.
I curl up into a ball, letting memories flood into my mind. Memories of seemingly random episodes from the past. Faces I haven't seen in years, places I have not visited since I was but a child. I focus on these memories determinedly, letting the story of my life flow by my eyes in bits and pieces. I will not breathe. Slowly the volume of the Undertow increases, growing clearer by the second. I focus on Maynard's voice driving away all else. For a moment there is only him. Only his voice screaming, with controlled abandon...
A tingle in my little finger awakes me. Desperately I focus on his voice, but the memory of the words is flooded out by my the wail of my aching lungs. The world is crashing back into my consciousness, and I am helpless to withstand. I try to force it out for a moment more, but it is futile. I can no longer tell them no. I gaze to my watch, and flinch. The time has not passed. My heart is beating hollowly in my chest all over my body is turning warmer. Just a little more. The time is ticking and I must not breathe. The goal is mere seconds away, but they are stretching to eternity. The prickle in my little finger is spreading to my ring finger, like a thousand needles poking it lightly. I watch as the very last seconds tick by, elation is filling every fiber of my body, because I know I can't fail now. I did not breathe. I exhale and a sharp intake of breath regains me my senses. Slowly feeling returns to my fingers and I am smiling.
But not for long.
Thoughts? Improvements? Nonos? Give it here, I'm but a novice!
Edit: On the writing, that is!
 
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On January 13 2010 18:49 Loanshark wrote:
You're fucked up.
Oh lol this made me laugh so hard.
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what kind of bud u smoking and pass that shit
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Those last few seconds are the worst. I used to do 50meters underwater when I got bored of swimming.
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Ummm, very poetic, but I take it from that you're repeatedly putting your head in a basin of water, and holding your breath for as long as you can manage. The idea being that you pull your head out of the water as late as possible in the seconds before passing out due to lack of oxygen?
Did you know that they have an award for this sort of thing?
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On January 13 2010 19:27 Aim Here wrote:Ummm, very poetic, but I take it from that you're repeatedly putting your head in a basin of water, and holding your breath for as long as you can manage. The idea being that you pull your head out of the water as late as possible in the seconds before passing out due to lack of oxygen? Did you know that they have an award for this sort of thing?
Yo nothing wrong with seeing how long you can hold your breath.
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I can hold my breath for 2min 48secs
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Yo nothing wrong with seeing how long you can hold your breath.
Well, in general, it's not that big a deal. Unless you do it in a manner where you won't be able to breathe again if you happen to pass out, which seems to be what this guy is doing.
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Hello, brain damage, it is so wonderful to meet you at last.
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Isn't this like... somewhat related to self-waterboarding?
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that's the most ridiculously absurd and dangerous hobby I've ever heard of
but hey all power to you, you look like you're pretty good at at
how can you possibly enjoy that though
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Maybe you should try pairing it with basket weaving.
On a more serious note, drugs work better than water with Tool.
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Wow, those are some harsh comments. I thought this was a pretty normal hobby. To me it seems way less dangerous than the version where you dive really deep.
As for the writing, I found it entertaining despite it being a bit too poetic for me. I liked the way you described your thoughts and feelings on this little journey of yours.
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I don't know.. I wrote this in a flash of inspiration, so it came out.. I suppose overly poetic. But it lies deep within my style of writing.
And about the whole brain damage thing: Haha <3 Read up on it next time.
On a side note, I forgot to put in all my diffent effects, because they apparently didn't translate from OpenOffice *facepalm*
On January 13 2010 19:56 Aim Here wrote:Well, in general, it's not that big a deal. Unless you do it in a manner where you won't be able to breathe again if you happen to pass out, which seems to be what this guy is doing.
Generally I don't do it in water, but this was just... I needed the solitude, I suppose. I have tried holding my breath quite a few times by now, and as off yet what's holding me back is not the lack of oxygen, but more an overdoze of carbondioxide... I thought I'd take the risk.
But really I'd love it if people decided to comment on my actual style of writing a little more, instead of tunnelvisioning that I appear to be endangering myself.
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On January 13 2010 19:12 DeathSpank wrote:
what's your record?
4:00 minutes, but I just started this year
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