Amphetamine psychosis;
neurons are felt gliding in and out their electric impulses; little anthro things that buzz and glow and whisp around like clouds, electrifying the mind and this world into existence
fingers fucking frozen but the core is hot, hot, burning alive; fantasies and grandiosity run riot in a dream of rage and boredom โ destruction looms like a lightening bolt cocked to fire
the world as a series of chaotic networks of this dream substance; one could crack the code of its meaning if you can just grasp a string of the web and pull it all out and dissect it
all of the body wants to feel but also not at all, just crawl away into the mindโs eye
craving people while repelled by them
nothing is ever enough as the dopamine pumps you forward to some ever looming horizon which is burning red against an acrid yellow against a
pale sickly blue against a black black sky and youโre just a pasty skin with cooling organs sloshing in juices towards that thing that will never come
because it doesnโt exist and greater minds have tried to grasp it;
you think of peace in God and god is empty just like you; until you sleep forever youโre rushing forward yearning for the intensity to somehow rip open that doming sky
that entraps us all in this thick haze. Against a pillow or against a hard body, youโre always a step behind the Dream that tortures us all with its false promises.
You could cut open another person, dissect their layers and keep their brain alive and chat with them and play with their veins and
youโll still be alone in that strange lonliness
they could do the same to you; you could feel them penetrate your guts with a hot needle and you would still never escape the return of the
lingering youโs and whatโs and whyโs. we all worship death; find death, create death, eat death, death every night in sleep, in eating and cumming
in the love of pain and sadness; it is the return to the joy of first life, when you were but a vulgar fetus vibrating
in a suspended emulsion of motherly darkness. Then you were forced awake for the first time in contractions of your motherโs uterus, pushed through into the stark light and the probes and
strangers and devices measuring element of your blood and gases.
Then you grew up and you learned more limitations against death; to yearn for life, to yearn for food and for love and for growth in the various factors that at
once sustain and deter you from the real secret; you were meant to die, any second now, out of your control, succumb to an instantaneous cessation of the Dreaming.