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Typing typing typing typing. Like I have some insane case of OCD I have to touch every one of the buttons on the keyboard and hear that clicking and clacking of the keys hitting the plastic beneath them. Ones I never touch, black, ones I barely use, crimson, ones I hit almost as often as abusive mothers do their children, red hot like their faces before more bruises are made and possibly blood is spilled.
Not really there but I can see them - the colors - on the keyboard changing with when I hit them and when I don't, everything going a cool coal black when I can't think of what to type and everything is still and silent for a whole 60 seconds. Not just uncoordinatedly jabbing at the buttons with my fingertips but quickly typing out letters to form words to form sentences to form paragraphs to form ideas. Ideas of things that I cannot do because
I CAN'T STOP TYPING.
I know I can but I don't want to, "I can, and will, stop whenever I want." just like someone addicted to crack or work or sex. Can't stand seeing the black and I punch random digits in with my finger just to add some color but quickly make my backspace button red hot to delete the babble of rarely used letters and numbers.
Fingers cramp up so I pull them back four times, one for my left fingers then my left thumb then my right finger and my right thumb, making sure they all snap if they will and go on to typing again, staring at the same blank screen slowly being overflowed with meaningless sentences and words.

I can stop typing but I don't want to




because it makes me feel so much better.