Waking, no conscious thought to grasp hold of, yet my wild mind stirred with fantastic vision of light and darkness, all the pleasures one could dream and of unending agony of flesh twisting from my bones. An ocean’s swell of memories, mixed visions of life and despair, children running in a twilight game of kick-the-can, scraped knees and the endless cruel agony of a dulling blade peeling skin to the bone.
I drift on the ebb and flow of lucid dreams, watching pleasure and pain intermingle, afraid to wrest control and guide my thoughts. And yet, the moment comes, as it inevitably must, when I realize that consciousness is uncontrollably approaching, and I project tendrils of thought into my unconscious, seeking, grasping to gently persuade the lingering moments of waking haze to the realms of intense pleasures one can only find within the waking unconscious.
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Calling fellow nerds
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