thegrandvomica

Living is dreaming. Dreaming is dying. Life and death are the same thing, but only the lucky realize that before they die. After that they're dead which, as I've said, makes not much difference. You've got blinders on. So do I. If you and I are different it's only because I know about my blinders and you don't. If you know about them then you and I are identically unique. Please, speak less clearly I can't understand a word you're saying.

In death you dream. In life you dream. Neurologically speaking, memory and active sensation are differentiated only by a few inhibitor chemicals. Imagination and actuality are seperated only by your theories about what makes which what. Discard your theories. They are wrong.

Life is ephemeral. Death is impressionistic. You are a character in my dreamlife. I am a fleeting sensation in your waking reality. Together, we are that feeling you get when you wake up from a really intense dream but can't remember it. Everything is individually at odds with everything else and all things are collectively the same moment and substance.

One time I was pulling my pud in the bathtub. In an uncommonly enthusiastic moment of orgasm I sprayed jism in my left eye. I had a very uncomfortable moment alone with myself and was not sure what to say.