You some kind of a narc, burke? eh? A narc, huge nark, a narcball, huge ball of narcs, like, all the same entity, writhing and pulsing and anything but sane? Like legion (not gamera legion, castlevania legion) or something?
One time, my buddy told me about this trip he had on... i wanna say this right... salvia? saliva? one of those. Anyways, his skin or something was sticking to his car seet, and he had to peel himself from it, like they were the same object and he was trying to seperate. And then... this is the best part, he was in a forest or something... and he was lost, but after spending a span of several years in this dark and oppresive wood, he met up with the... im cracking up thinking of this... he was saved from oblivion by what he called the forest children and lived there until the end of his days.
Now, just so you know, the forest children aren't actually "children" as man would concieve them. The name stems from their size and the psychic impression of benevolent child-sized entities. Each one appeared visually at times to be a amorphous dark-green thing with half formed shapes and unrealized forms. They shifted periodically at angles quizzical to the outline of the things, so that it might appear as though the thing had human arms that moved over the blob which suddenly would dissapear again.
Now, this is what he told me. I have embelished nothing. Where the line of dreams, fancy, reality and nightmare are drawn i leave to my readers. It wasn't my trip, and i cannot account for the details in any other way except as they are given to me, but the only evidence i can give to prove the forest children as an illusion is by the fact that I never noticed the man gone for more than a week at most, so how could he have lived with them for a lifetime? He said himself that when his trip was over, he returned to the door of sanity right where he left off, not more than a few hours later. Could it be he fell into a dimension where time passes differently in relation to ours? I dare not say.
Maybe it was meant that man never know or truly understand the nature of our "trips." Maybe it was the forest children who got high and trip-balls with regard to us. WHAT DO WE KNOW?! For our universe is a cold and unforgiving infinity that is but a speckle in a cosmic tapestry that has no largest or smallest parts.
But just now i feel a creeping hand of shadow move across my face... what's this gibberous horror that whines monotonously at the ear which is not my ear through which i hear the rythyms of space?! What unkown shape hides in what man has given to name a message board? Oh god! What HOrr0R!!!1 it comes.... hUngerS1
the ten-eyed burning connection monitoring icon!!!11.... IA! TSATHOGGUA! RHAN-NUG-YEBHOTHOTH!!! YOG-SOTHOTH SAVE ME!!!!!! GOJIRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaa
And so ends the narrative of Badass McWellington the third.
As I responded to my friend when he told me about his trip, "I think i've read this story before."
