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What's that, little one? Have you got something for me? Any secrets to share as you zip by on your way, mr.sunbeam? No not today? Well then. I'll just imagine you something different then. Maybe something in a warm green; something friendlier than a sunbeam. Watching you makes the top of my eyes hurt sometimes. A mentally allergic reaction sometimes. Your cousin fluourescence is worse, though. Feels like the optic nerve and my brain filled up like a balloon inside this skull. Mind's eye -vital- given a fishbulb lens. Everything in a soft, harsh visual pulse. Regular but erratic because I can't seem to touch it or comprehend it except to know that it's happening. It hurts to see that. More helium in the head from the balloon means thoughts swim around from place to place in suggestive ways. Tiny, shape-shifting plankton emotionally distant but potentially colorful or grey. I don't know. Some if they wanted they could rapidly expand and pierce the balloon. It would pop, burst, or flood thenwut. I don't know. It doesn't take much focus off the pain in the mind's eye. Almost like a breakdown in visual thinking. Sensory overload too much to handle better get off the playground or something. I can't pretend I'm smart when light protons fuck your mind around. You're a cruel one, mr.sunbeam.