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An improved reality.
Its like the inside of your head is leaving your scull. Have you felt like this?
Lobsters have an open digestive system where there are few tubes or organs. The blood just sloshes around inside them as if it were in a glass. The heart lies at the bottom of there hard shell, just below the one vital tube that carries their food to their asshole.
My head feels like a lobster.
Everything starts to look different. Some get bigger and others get smaller and others distort. If you’re in a car, whoever the driver is doesn’t stop for red lights nearly as soon as they should. are you sure you’re not taking the turns to fast? Or to slow? Every sound that your body makes is amplified. I can feel myself swallow. I can hear myself breathe. I notice these things. Food actually has taste. Each time I lift a foot to take a step, it feels like I am pulling it out of water. I’m fully conscious, but not at all.
I am more myself and less myself then I ever have been.
And I remember thinking, "what’s wrong with this?"
The faded, smoky feeling in my head subsides to introspection. As usual. Is that drums beating or just my heart? Is this me thinking? Is this me thinking?
Its like the inside of your head is leaving your scull. Have you felt like this?
Lobsters have an open digestive system where there are few tubes or organs. The blood just sloshes around inside them as if it were in a glass. The heart lies at the bottom of there hard shell, just below the one vital tube that carries their food to their asshole.
My head feels like a lobster.
Everything starts to look different. Some get bigger and others get smaller and others distort. If you’re in a car, whoever the driver is doesn’t stop for red lights nearly as soon as they should. are you sure you’re not taking the turns to fast? Or to slow? Every sound that your body makes is amplified. I can feel myself swallow. I can hear myself breathe. I notice these things. Food actually has taste. Each time I lift a foot to take a step, it feels like I am pulling it out of water. I’m fully conscious, but not at all.
I am more myself and less myself then I ever have been.
And I remember thinking, "what’s wrong with this?"
The faded, smoky feeling in my head subsides to introspection. As usual. Is that drums beating or just my heart? Is this me thinking? Is this me thinking?