Good god the man’s a psychopath… and I on acid surrounded by drug addicts„, everything goes creepy crawlie but the intensity is impossible to communicate… You’ll just lie here giggling to yourself like a moron, too brain fucked to know if you even piss on yourself which I think he did… There is no distance, only size and sensation like damp. Don’t tell me to imagine spiders, shit, keep all that, I don’t give a fuck, I can hear in like five directions, I’m good, thanks.

The words are coming out real slow and intense, like he watching it close up in a cave. Watch yourself melt away into this weird little spiral thing, some bullshit that is. Noise happen from all angles. MY GODDAMN THROAT FEELS FUCKED UP AND WEIRD IN ALL THE WRONG DIRECTIONS. Chew on a blotter then go have sex, I calculate that that would fuck you right in the brain. It’s the things you can’t control that will sneak up and rape you, anything you look to as a deliberate attempt to blow your own mind will just bore you then to the fucking windows man, get a good load of that motherfuckery. Some sort of jig going on over there. Bad cold feely has to go away, please. Like god stuck his finger into my brain and twist it around a bit, breathe through your elbows and SPIN. Keanu Reeves like a goddamn hentai voice actor. These fucking junkies, responsible as they are for all crime, are sitting around me drinking their goddamn drug juice - infernal cacti, flashing lights, all bullshit implicit with that - watching their goddamn movies, intent on achieving final wisdom as they all are.

The matrix isn’t real? Whatever man, stow that bullshit. He face all delayed from itself. I feeeling… That’s what it’s about, it’s about sensation. Existing in like five different directions of gravity. Nah man, you want that your underpants should be OK. What the fuck are these squid-like apparatus… FINISH. THE FUCKING STORY.

Uuh so like imagine if, I don’t know, God, and uuuuh… Charlie Sheen, right, they have a baby and then this baby grows up on a steady diet of bright lights and furry colours and then FINGERS YOUR BRAIN. You don’t understand the degree to which you rely on your sane mind until you’ve had it really fucked around a bit… Wind in the brain, you know how it gets… These sociopaths are all hydrophobic you know…