crayonesse

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I dream in color. But first, there's a newsreel and a cartoon.

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Personal palettes I'm periodically partial to:

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Sweaty palms? Rapid heartbeat? Leg cramps? Blurred vision? Are spectres of palettes dancing in your head as you lie in bed? Do you see pixelated colors while staring at a blank wall? Do you stop listening to the person opposite you because you're mentally making a transition palette between his/her eyes and shirt? Have you started calling perfect strangers "dear"?
If you answered "yes" to any or all of the above questions... you, my friend, may be suffering from what has come to be known as CLS, or Colour Lovers Syndrome.
While not considered to be life-threatening, the symptoms manifested by CLS can cause other unsocial and unhealthy tendencies; in advanced stages the sufferer may forget to eat or sleep, doesn't return phone calls, and worst of all: neglects to clean the cat's litter box for an entire week.
Sadly, as of yet, there is no cure.
On the other hand, those who have developed this syndrome have been known to display enhanced creativity, a greater appreciation for unfamiliar color combinations, and raised endorphin levels.*
Some might say a fair trade. And who doesn't like to be called "dear" once in awhile?
*(No studies have been conducted to support these statements.)

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Yay!!! Thanks, everyone! More fun than my last birthday! Or the one before that, come to think of it. Hmm.



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