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The lament of the damned

My dealer told me this was the good stuff. Get you higher than anything ever has. Let's try it out.

Nothing.

Nothing. I've been gypped, man. I've been gypped. I swear I'm gonna go back there and WHOA.

Darkness. I'm surrounded by something. Somethings. Like from Ghost. Those freaky things. They're all around me. They're touching me they're grabbing me THEY'RE PULLING ME THEY'RE PULLING ME DOWN OH GOD THEY'RE PULLING ME UNDERGROUND

Light.

I'm alone. Alone in a white room. Alone in an empty white room. Alone forever. Alone for a moment. It's the same thing.

There's a voice. "You have been judged." What? "You belong to me now." What? "What do you fear?" Spiders. "Spiders." THEY'RE EVERYWHERE GET THEM OFF ME GET THEM OFF FUCK FUCK SPIDERS EVERYWHERE "But that's so prosaic. Such a simple fear. Do you fear pain?" IT BURNS! IT BURNS! PUT IT OUT! MY SKIN IS PEELING AWAY! MY ORGANS ARE CRISPING INTERALLY! IT HURTS! OH GOD "GOD? God has no place here. What else do you fear? Let me find out."

My skull is opening. My brain is floating out. My brain is unraveling. Like cord. My brain cord is passing through a machine. I feel kinda funny. It hurts. My brain cord recoils. Is it the same? I hope it's the same. I like marmalade. I don't think I used to like marmalade.

"Ah."

I'm in my room. I'm in my room in my parent's house. The picture. The picture is on the wall. The picture of the old lady. Grandy. My old grandy. I remember her. I used to like her. I called her grandy. She. I don't remember. She. I don't remember I don't remember. She fell. She fell in front of me. She hit her head on the step. I won't remember her. She's in She's in She's in her room. Her room down the hall. The room I won't go into. I saw it once. I saw her once. Now I have the picture. Only the picture. The picture of her.

The eyes are following me. They do that. It's because. It's because her room is in that direction. They're holes. Holes in the picture. Her eyes are behind the picture she is behind the picture SHE IS BEHIND THE PICTURE I tried covering up the picture but mommy said mommy said that it wasn't nice that it's there to remind me of before but it doesn't it doesn't remind me of before it reminds me of now "Yes..." now when "Yes..." now her head "YES..." because she's behind the picture

She's behind the picture

She's looking at me from behind the picture

Let me let me out please let me out my body is moving moving toward the picture let me out LET ME OUT LET ME GO PLEASE LET ME GO MY HAND MY HAND IS MOVING MOVING TOWARD THE PICTURE PLEASE NO NO NO I'M PUSHING THE PICTURE ASIDE I CAN SEE I CAN SEE I CAN SEE NO PLEASE I CAN SEE HER PLEASE NO NO NO NONONO NONO NONONONONONONONONONOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

I'm awake.

I'm back home. I'm back in my room. I'm back.

That was a great trip. Wonder if he has any more?