A visual barrage of imagery, 1000 arrows flying from the sky, the image of them tearing through my flesh. Tinfoil dipped in acid wrapping my iris’s rocketing me off to a unconsenting ride of death. A hallucinogenic sensation of life packed into a pill of ecstasy, am I imagining it all, what does any of it mean. I don’t know and yet I fear it as if I do. I fear I do.
A visual barrage of imagery, 1000 arrows flying from the sky, the image of them tearing through my flesh. Tinfoil dipped in acid wrapping my iris’s rocketing me off to a unconsenting ride of death. A hallucinogenic sensation of life packed into a pill of ecstasy, am I imagining it all, what does any of it mean. I don’t know and yet I fear it as if I do. I fear I do.
