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And he woke up from his dream. In a sweat.
He correlated all of his constants. Combined all of his constituencies. Cured his mind of all causation.
Pretentiousness flowed like wine. Good wine.
Fuck you.
I do nothing but think of you.
Ba dum dum da dum. Ba dum dum da dum. Ba dum dum da dum. Ba dum dum da dah.
“Charles,” he said. He murmured. ”Get your fucking hands out of the fucking fishbowl.”
It was so drastically obvious that he was dreaming in his sleep.
Ba dum dum da dum, dah.
“Wake up.”
It was a shock of lightning straight to the cortex. Sex noises would have nothing to do with this trip. The bomb made a whistle as it feel upward toward the ground, a hissing, wild, insane and yet totally mundane noise, drowned out by the headphones, drowned out by the peace. Explode. Everything is returned to order, the matrix reset, the equation equaled. And so it was, the beginning. He was real. A real human being. And nothing was going to stop him, not even himself. He was back, again.
It was a shock of lightning straight to the cortex. Sex noises would have nothing to do with this trip. The bomb made a whistle as it feel upward toward the ground, a hissing, wild, insane and yet totally mundane noise, drowned out by the headphones, drowned out by the peace. Explode. Everything is returned to order, the matrix reset, the equation equaled. And so it was, the beginning. He was real. A real human being. And nothing was going to stop him, not even himself. He was back, again.
He was goddamned back and more powerful than ever.
Ba dum dum da dum.
Dah.
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