Oh yeah who hasn’t been there.
Oh yeah who hasn’t been there.
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The gunman pulled the trigger. I heard the shot. I vaguely remember the concussive winds enveloping my skull as the pistol discharged, though I don't understand how I could.
What happened next in my dreamlike memory is impossible, but the vividness of the experience compels me to believe it as a schizophrenic believes with absolute certainty in his depraved delusions. I won't got into it in too much detail for fear of alienating my audience, but suffice it to say that after a sequence of events that seemed to occur both in and out of sublunary reality, which I apparently watched from outside of my own body, I was transported to a world completely alien to everything I've known before.
This was not a pillar of light or benevolent vibration of the cosmos or beauteous cloudscape. It was a nightmarish cacophony of angles that seemed all wrong, irrational to my mind and instantly compelling within me feelings of panic and dread. This non-Euclidean hell seemed at first like a long hallway decorated with pitted selenite spires on either side. Except on close inspection they lay flat, or bent inward. Unnatural light seemed to emanate from nowhere, for there was not a shadow to be found. Yet every abominable detail of demonic architecture was visible. The whiteness of everything was foul. As I tried to navigate the strange place some surfaces I thought were walls were halls, some angles that seemed obtuse were acute, and my stomach wrenched in nausea as I found myself descending stairs that appeared to be going up.
I must've wandered like this for hours or maybe days, my apprehension and horror growing with each step until I lost my mind. In the blur of events that follows I ran screaming and babbling frantically, though of what I can no longer remember. Until I came across... it.
What IT was I cannot say. I shudder to recall its appearance even now. This thing... at once wretched and powerful, grotesque in it's man-like proportions. Maybe a hermaphrodite. Maybe a transvestite. Maybe he's gay. But in either case, this... thing, chased me through the nightmare land as I skittered around acute-obtuse corners and squeezed through crevices that opened up into giant caverns that seemed suddenly so small I had to duck my head as I ran. No matter what I did this dread god was at my heals, until finally I could run no more and it's glistening fangs parted and swallowed me whole.
When I awoke I was back on the pier, covered in what I can only describe as an ammoniac-smelling, bodily ichor that made me wretch until there was nothing left for my stomach to eject. I lay there and dry heaved for several minutes until finally exhaustion overtook dismal disgust.
Once I recovered, I noticed my assailants' horrifically maimed bodies splayed about me in some of the most grotesque and violently abused configurations imaginable. The guiding voices, once strange and barely audible but now a familiar presence in my head, instructed me carefully how to dispose of the bodies so as to arouse the least suspicion and avoid betraying any evidence of my involvement in this whole sordid affair. Exhausted mentally and physically from my trials, I stumbled into my home as an approaching dawn cast a dim blue glow on the horizon and I flopped onto the bed, too tired to remove what was left of my clothes or deal with the ghastly fluid that clung to me and assaulted my nostrils with every breathe.
Wanking, not even once. Am I right guys? Lol. I'm sure some of you have been there.
Thanks for reading!
-Lvan
The gunman pulled the trigger. I heard the shot. I vaguely remember the concussive winds enveloping my skull as the pistol discharged, though I don't understand how I could.
What happened next in my dreamlike memory is impossible, but the vividness of the experience compels me to believe it as a schizophrenic believes with absolute certainty in his depraved delusions. I won't got into it in too much detail for fear of alienating my audience, but suffice it to say that after a sequence of events that seemed to occur both in and out of sublunary reality, which I apparently watched from outside of my own body, I was transported to a world completely alien to everything I've known before.
This was not a pillar of light or benevolent vibration of the cosmos or beauteous cloudscape. It was a nightmarish cacophony of angles that seemed all wrong, irrational to my mind and instantly compelling within me feelings of panic and dread. This non-Euclidean hell seemed at first like a long hallway decorated with pitted selenite spires on either side. Except on close inspection they lay flat, or bent inward. Unnatural light seemed to emanate from nowhere, for there was not a shadow to be found. Yet every abominable detail of demonic architecture was visible. The whiteness of everything was foul. As I tried to navigate the strange place some surfaces I thought were walls were halls, some angles that seemed obtuse were acute, and my stomach wrenched in nausea as I found myself descending stairs that appeared to be going up.
I must've wandered like this for hours or maybe days, my apprehension and horror growing with each step until I lost my mind. In the blur of events that follows I ran screaming and babbling frantically, though of what I can no longer remember. Until I came across... *it*.
What *IT* was I cannot say. I shudder to recall its appearance even now. This thing... at once wretched and powerful, grotesque in it's man-like proportions. Maybe a hermaphrodite. Maybe a transvestite. Maybe he's gay. But in either case, this... thing, chased me through the nightmare land as I skittered around acute-obtuse corners and squeezed through crevices that opened up into giant caverns that seemed suddenly so small I had to duck my head as I ran. No matter what I did this dread god was at my heals, until finally I could run no more and it's glistening fangs parted and swallowed me whole.
When I awoke I was back on the pier, covered in what I can only describe as an ammoniac-smelling, bodily ichor that made me wretch until there was nothing left for my stomach to eject. I lay there and dry heaved for several minutes until finally exhaustion overtook dismal disgust.
Once I recovered, I noticed my assailants' horrifically maimed bodies splayed about me in some of the most grotesque and violently abused configurations imaginable. The guiding voices, once strange and barely audible but now a familiar presence in my head, instructed me carefully how to dispose of the bodies so as to arouse the least suspicion and avoid betraying any evidence of my involvement in this whole sordid affair. Exhausted mentally and physically from my trials, I stumbled into my home as an approaching dawn cast a dim blue glow on the horizon and I flopped onto the bed, too tired to remove what was left of my clothes or deal with the ghastly fluid that clung to me and assaulted my nostrils with every breathe.
Wanking, not even once. Am I right guys? Lol. I'm sure some of you have been there.
Thanks for reading!
-Lvan
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