Reality was always a masquerade in my chided head, sometimes filled with charged affect and colors, yet the futility of grey had always been lingering in the background. My mind was filled with craters of experimental wanderings around in the chemical forests, searching for wild game to distract me from my already malleable consciousness. Every day felt different for a while, but now, nothing but the self-less autonomy of someone else’s thoughts burned through my cortex and filled the room with bending walls and animal faces on the carpet. I don’t feel like myself anymore with my mask and my desire to leave this exiled land, while all along, the chorus of the gods shine through from the heavens defending my existence.
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