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THIS IS SMASHING
together at last
excuse me i have something important 2 add
It’s end of the spring and I felt like I have to do this before the summer begin :/
im okay with this
UNUSUAL HOARD commission for mark, a whole bunch of sleepy tiny kitties
in what fucking situation do you ever need this picture for
i will piss on your sofa
This is actually pissing me off. It has begun to ruin halloween for me knowing people don’t spell check. Things are massed produced in factories and sent out for sale to the public spelt spoopy, doo, and creppy. Like what the actual fuck. My computer even automatically changes spoopy to spooky. I mean, come on. The best holiday season and businesses don’t even care enough about it to spell check the items they’re gonna sell. Fuck this shit.
come on buddy wheres your smngfiehp cheer
I barely know how to accurately describe this but when I was younger and I’d get an intense fever (which was like once every 5-8 weeks) I’d sometimes enter a hallucinatory state where my mind interpreted words and thoughts as puffy, wet, doughy objects, like giant swollen pasta shapes, which I felt as if I was digging through with extremely tiny hands in my own head. At the center of these gross blobs were…
I once had a really terrible fever during idek what kind of illness (like fucking malaria bad) and everywhere I went, anytime I had to walk, I’d get this almost audibly buzzing, frustrating feeling in the back of my head as I tried to process a shape that was both large and small, infinite in both directions.
It was really weird and hard to explain but I’d imagine a shape almost mechanical (a box or block of “metal” and some kind of shell or wiring) and it would be vibrating and condensing but its vibrations would expand outward, like on every shaking stretch it would be further away from its starting point. Yet on every shake inward, every relaxed shrink, it would be smaller and denser. And like? I knew that it was denser? I didn’t really grasp “mass” yet but I understood that the object hadn’t changed weight or mass but it was so fucking heavy and small and moving violently and it was really upsetting because I could feel the image buzzing and it was like I couldn’t look away.
I dunno it was really upsetting at the time, but I barely remember those two weeks at all. I couldn’t walk and I would throw up every thirty minutes and I wound up in a hospital screaming that I didn’t “want to be taken away”.
Fevers are the best drug, apparently
I’ve had them like this too, harsh metallic concepts and sensations of terrifyingly vast, ongoing or impossible structures and patterns.
Sometimes the patterns on the walls, floor or bedsheets would also feel like they were overwhelmingly more and more complex to the point child-me was screaming at them to stop.
Nobody really ever takes advantage of this screwed-up synesthetic stuff when writing the paranormal but I imagine encountering alien or supernatural forces would be a lot like fucked-up synesthetic episodes.