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10/4/2020
"this shit strong"
These are the words that come to mind, as I traverse the plain of consciousness as butter glides over hot surfaces becoming one with the ebb and flows of a terrible universe.
My mind is none functional, these are words of reflex and fear.
Oblivion feels too sweet a respite from this sensation, evaporating so slowly only the last flickers of humanity are seen.
Bleeding, fruitlessly at the hands of fates cruel vengeance.
Reality bends to no one's will, it just is, as is this strain. There's no use trying to tame it or breakfree, you will fight it to "feel good" but it will pull you back and remind you where you see are and what you messed with.
This is wonderful and horrifying, leave your ego at the door.