In the morning he phoned in to cancel his early class but his hangover never quite came his mouth wasn’t desiccated and staring at himself, in the bathroom mirror, he saw that his eyes weren’t bloodshot
In the afternoon he slept and dreamed of sheep faced people reflected
Hearing voices in your head is insanity
Pull yourself together, he told himself, you are in need of psychiatric help but the psychoanalyst in LA County Jail just cleared him, saying that’s his perfectly fine
Self-control, Self-control, was the answer Nobody goes insane, after all except weaklings
Everything is relevant Everything is relevant Nothing is relevant
Parallel dimension, smokeless fire The fourth state of matter Freed electrons pulled away From atoms or molecules
They're ripping his consciousness away from the body
Unlocking the secrets and mysteries of mind, matter, and reality
The fourth state is the most common one in the universe
In rapid succession, following a genetic script
He can’t see the other side of their face
Their pressure is Crushing his chest
Some alien entity had taken over his mind and write that check
My God, he thought, I am possessed Landed at LAX on Thursday, and brought 8 ball of coke taped to his junk through customs without any trouble
Officials had orders from the CIA not to fuck with him testing Their limits of hacking into reality/consciousness
Struggle to become you, in face of the harsh truth of reality became too much for him to bear
Fear set in cracked open an ice-cold beer
Life is a beautiful nightmare and/or wet dream that's draining away from your soul
Thoughts and feelings race through consciousness making words incomplete, pounding away at that old 1s and 0s
All these questions with no answers leaving his consciousness a wreck alone, beaten, and one hot mess