i was up all night studying the interplay of various alpha states & slow waves & gamma rays & the movement of dreams through open eyes, diligently recording my observations utilizing this revolutionary new method of visual note-taking i’ve developed, which has neuroscientists everywhere reaching nervously for the phone to call security and have me removed immediately. no not really. but it could happen. anything can.
ever sit up all night with your computer right next to another computer and the other computer is on the internet and the person sitting at it is playing oh i don’t know like bingo or something and this goes on hour after hour after hour and then on and and and … sitting inches from the internet with nothing but a few stray utterly disorderly brainwaves, three graphics programs and a couple of unremarkable photographs and … next thing i know this thing happened, i’m not quite sure how, …
… and after that, things started getting reallyreallyfuckingweird and by that i mean, you might not even wanna look. no really.
but seriously. i look at these things and feel uneasy like there’s no reason.
i’m fond of them personally and it was fun and yes, that would be a reason but i am not sure it would be enough of one. so i tend to toss that aside and think what the fuck and so forth.
which is neither an uncommon nor an unwarranted thought in this mind of mine, therefore, everything is fine