battybm
04-15-2009, 10:32 PM
Rhetoric of Imagination
Unable to know whether the corners of my eyes were actually products of my imagination, or the Lysergic acid diethylamide had finally enveloped and saturated my brain in sizzling grease. First came fear, pure heart ripping terror throughout that scratched my skin from the inside out, bending all my organs as if some little gremlin was swimming in my body and kicking each of my vital rgans while biting others in a tiny drunken frenzy. For the first time in my life I felt my lungs, I felt them with perfect control; each measure of air being sucked into my body, I could fell my lungs tasting the air like a professional gourmet chef; the fear is giving me total control and I then turned the fear into a powerful emotional master joystick that allowed me to manipulate my body any which way. To regain control of the body you must pass the fear, and by passing that fear you must welcome it; take care of each pulsating adrenaline shot and relish in the animalism beauty of the emotion. Understand its simplicity.
Opening my eyes to readjust my now increasingly warping mind, I saw the white wall facing me slowly melting away its former color and telling me that it was never really white to begin with, that white is a false prophet and its real color will now be presented to me. The wall further explained that I have earned this knowledge through my insight in the study of fear, and as a result of my bodily control I now have the capacity to view anew the color system. Now fear had left me at this point, and giddy excitement now preceded me as the wall turned to many different colors at once, flashing each one quickly like a seizure inducing Japanese television show; a slow voice over with a deep resonating volume, much like Morgan Freeman, telling me that any color I want is my choosing. I am allowed to view any color to my liking, and I could mix and match any mixture of the RGB scale to my discretion. The secrets of sensual being was being revealed to my uneducated eyes by this very polite and insightful wall.
This freaked me the fuck out as I remembered I had taken 4 tablets of good quality Acid and my brain kept feeling the mashing beating feeling like a housewife had opened my skull and proceeded to tenderize my brain, whilst adding a concoction of spices. Her hands gently beating down my brain as more acid pumped to my cerebellum, she has prepared me for the grill. The idea of my softened brain being thrown onto a grill, the pink sizzling muscle instantly cooking from the heat and the fire permanently changing the chemical structure of my brain; I would lose my sense of me forever. Never to relish in the simple model of the earth I had already constructed, and I ducked under the fear that some obese dock worker might be the one to consume my brain.
Taking note of this last train of thought, I figured that this drug was providing an extreme amount of hallucination, and in a clear moment of sobriety I practised the meditation of allowing this drug to snow in my thoughts, letting the full experience be enjoyable at best. I noticed Marty the wall god had stopped talking me, and it returned to its natural white state; not wanting to bring Marty back, I didn't try to change the color because I knew he'd come in again like some annoying ass teacher trying to guide me in color manipulation. I must have gotten an F in that class, or shot spitwads at Marty while he taught the class the finer points of reality changing mind tricks.
My house seemed relatively normal now, the smooth wooden tile underneath me didn't seem any different, the air felt like clean flowing warmth, and my senses seemed to be normalizing, as I no longer saw emotions, or tasted sounds. I had heard LSD can discombobulate your senses, causing a extreme mismatch of the incoming reality. Maybe this LSD wasn't good, and disappointment settled in realizing my trip was already done, and the closest I got to experiencing anything was talking to a damn wall about colors. How ii was mistaken.
Emotions are the trigger to the gun, but not to the gun, but in fact to a nuclear explosion of the landscape smeltering all in its path, leaving only charred death in its wake and radiation fallout to claim more lives after its attack has ceased. First thought was amazing, second thought was holy fuck I need to escape this monstrous realm. Walls around me folded in, and I realized I was all along in a carefully constructed play box created by a 7 year old. This 7 year old has been controlling my ever move, every interior design decision, each click of the T.V., every damn breath has been his doing. I hated him for it, he lied to me this whole time. The walls were long gone, and I was staring at an infinite black abyss of pure matter, with the Goliath sized 7 year old staring down at me in extreme disappointment like a parent who just saw his kid shit in the sink. Was this young asshole god, or just some kid that found me lying in the gutter one rain soaked night, and kindness consumed the young toddlers mind, and with deep compassion he took me home for a better life. He seemed almighty in his industrial sized pampers, baby fat seeping out the side and rolling over the pampers logo. He had smooth skin, slightly tan but soft looking. His bald head was the only light in this infinite black, an eye scorching light bulb, and his eyes; those piercing blue eyes told me my own soul in better detail then I could ever attempt to describe. This baby stood there staring at me. No words. At least the wall knew how to fucking speak, and now I got a possible homicidal baby eyeing me. Must escape this, I must run into the nothing.
Turning quickly I sprinted in Olympic style to the nothing, legs feeling no pain or burn as they cycled to propelling proportions launching me as far away as possible. To my surprise the black was solid enough so that I could run on its surface, but turning around I saw the baby waddling towards me in a high speed toddler chase. I heard piercing cries from his mouth, not that of an infant either, but of a celestial shaman of sorts who was sad about my departure. Fuck that I thought, I won't be a prisoner in butt fuck me up the ass toddler town. I refuse to be a Ken doll for this monstrosity, a plastic nothing day in and day out for this little kids amusement. Playing house with fake women of sorts, leaving the shoe box to fulfill a false job, living a false life, never knowing the chubby puppet strings that toss me around in a elementary lifestyle almost resembling contemporary life.
The black started to get deeper, as the baby trailed behind me in a ever shrieking chant of the gods. Then I heard it drop a enormous shit in its diaper, and I turned back seeing that he was changing his own diaper. What a clever little kid.
What felt like hours I kept running in black nothing forgetting who I was or what I'm doing or why I even bothering running anymore. Maybe my thoughts controlled my environment? I thought of a beach with naked lesbians. Damn to no avail. I felt trapped in this dark blank existence, thinking maybe I should've just chilled with that damn baby. At least I would know where I'm at. Tragedy strikes us at the most unsuspecting moments, black closed in on me, I felt the pull of the black hole. The black hole was me, and everything closed in on me. The universe was being consumed by my being. I felt every star, planet, galaxy, human force being pushed through my outer skin and into my body to become a part of me. What shall I do, let this continue? I didn't want to be the one responsible for killing off all intelligent life in the universe, what will my family think of me then?
That last thought was vanished as the panda bear woke me up with its furry paw. I was then surrounded by a vast valley, my body laying on the softest grass I ever felt, as if i was sitting on a pillow that has been soaked in fabric softner for days. So must green vibrating around me. Bright yellow bugs flew around all over the landscape, most seemed to be rising from the grass, but others already made it to the farthest reaches of the sky. My head was slumped on a tree, and the gentle cooing of crickets blanketed the sounds, harmonizing along with the chirping birds. Amazing. Joy had replaced such uncertainty and fear that I felt before. The image of the murderous baby still reeled in my head, yet was fleeting like waking up from a disturbing dream.
The panda eyed me curiously, its fur had a halo like glow to it, the black fur patches under its eyes made it look like the soft cuddly creature lacked sleep. The panda chewed on a bamboo stick, his head greatly engrossed in the chewing or taste, I couldn't tell which. Looking back up at me the panda udder'd, "Sorry sir, I cannot speak unless the sacred bamboo has been digested and passes through my body. Thankfully my organs are very efficient at this task." Holy fuck, the panda spoke better English then I did. That made me slightly depressed.
"I understand you had an encounter with the dreaded Borksork." He continued chewing his bamboo in anticipation for my response.
"Don't fear the Borksork, it was merely taking great care of you until the truth could be revealed. The Borksork said you left in quite a rush, and he wasn't able to give you a proper goodbye."
Then panda then lifted its ass off the ground and farted a gold coin. WHAT THE FUCK! This interchanging of worlds was seriously taking a toll on my nerves. The panda giggled like a school girl at my reaction.
"You see Atticus, this is the third dimension. Forget that bullshit you learned on the Discovery channel, true dimensions are vast and complicated, none of this time traveling nonsense. The one you just left was the second trisector, and before that you lived in the first bisector." That's when I decided to accept the fact that a coin farting panda was talking about serious scientific insight on dimensions and my curiosity took the best of me.
"Ok uh Mr. Panda, but your saying I left two dimensions behind me? Purely through the will of my mind"
"Quite right."
"If that is true, then is this the last dimension, like the afterlife?"
"Oh no no sir, the opposite in fact. There are about six hundred and fifty other dimensions in existence as we speak. You see, it all has to do with the uncertainty and predicting the future. Each action has a perceived outcome, and if you consider all the possible effects that each action has, you have a wide variety of possible outcomes. In essence, each dimension explores and lives out each possible variation of any reality. There is no base reality, only varieties."
What the fuck was this furry little bastard talking about. Looks like bamboo eating professor here takes me for an idiot.
"Ok panda, but none of that makes sense, how can each of these possible outcomes for each event be played out when it never existed?"
"Simple dear sir, think of the ultimate reality as a theatre, and in a theatre we have a multitude of movies playing simultaneously at once. Some end quicker then others, and many are similar, but no single one is a exact duplicate. Now imagine the lobby, the lobby are the beings who are about to be born. They live in a peaceful limbo, with no sure direction into any theatre until an event calls for there existence."
I ignored panda scientist/philosopher, and I was engrossed in my current surroundings. The sky streamed with large laser like shapes streaking across the sky, red, blue, green, all colors cascading with majestic symphony. Distant dragons swimming across the sky, fire escaping there nostrils, and strange enough I understood there whole respiratory system the second I studied them with my eyes. They converted air to fire in a complicated chemical conversion that takes place in there lungs. The lungs they have however aren't the same type as ours, not even a close resemblance of our pathetic pink air dispensers. No, in fact this extraordinary beast had a black lung that was shaped almost like a pear, and the air coming in was instantly transformed, through a complicated network of air canals, into a concentrated dose of fire. As the dragon grew, the levels of fire were adjusted to fit any need the dragon needed. So bursts of fire could come in a straight line, or the creature could spew out a huge concentrated haze of inferno in order to melt any opposing enemy.
OK, so I assume the panda can read my thoughts. He is just sitting there now staring at me with a blank look at its face. I fear that this will lead to him knowing about my dislike towards his panda like existence. I look at his furry happy face with discontent; he is such a typical panda, and furthermore a lethargic panda at that. He just sits there, no motivation or attempt to even roll around for any progression, his only concern is eating that damned bamboo stick, which by now could've been consumed fully. Panda professor can't even muster enough energy to finish his bamboo stick.
The panda then rose up to its feet adding a good four feet to its already immense size. He stared at me with calm eyes, eyes that spoke my every thought. Maybe I shouldn't be too judgemental on this gentle panda, as he did show me the true meaning of the different dimensions that make up a complicated sphere of different realities out of the possibilities of future events. That was a fun fact to know. So I decided to explore this dimension and see what kind of strange and unique world has been created here.
Rising to meet the panda face to face to shake his hand in a polite escape, a loud growl emmited from the gentle beasts bowls. He clapped my head in-between both his paws, and started spouting gibberish from his mouth.
"Talka tim tom rehitgut motifsha moka moka lockjawton."
I squirmed in a desperate attempt to escape the crushing pressure of his paws, but to no avail. His mighty grip was about to crush my skull, and I feared for my life, even at that point I wasn't sure what life actually was as I had just witnessed dragons, and understood their complete anatomical make-up based on a single glance. I couldn't really take living seriously at this point. Then the panda let go slowly, and stepped back with graceful steps.
"Please Atticus Johnathan Chiva, don't let astonishment consume you. As well don't let abomination cloud your judgement. You need to take a shower."
The yellow bugs swarmed to the sky, a mass exodus of light gathered into a gigantic ball. Light poured into the ball, causing a rapid increase in size. Bright light glistened into me and the panda's face, my eyes crunched in a wince whilst the panda just stood proudly and stared directly at the growing ball. I was paralysed, no attempt to move would be accomplished, and light trickled back down to the ground. I was the spotlight for the energy beam, each little ball of yellow fell onto me in a steady stream of showering joy. The light tickled my skin like tiny spastic feathers, and each time one touched my skin pure happiness grew inside me. I felt the energy of the ball growing in my own being. I could've been fucking Jessica Alba, while scratching a million dollar winning lottery ticket, and seeing my soon to be born son get accepted into ivy league all the while to have taken 7 ecstasy pills, and I still wouldn't of felt the pure joy that closed my body into a wonderful casket. I felt an implosion of this pure energy released inside of me. Soon darkness flooded my eyes with great a downpour, and all I could hear was the panda's high pitch'd but gentle voice voice.
"Let this be the final to the end. Don't let what you see cloud who you are. Interpret and overcome. Most of all, welcome the fear."
Dimension transportation is a intense thrill ride of indescribable speed and velocity that bends light to form complex patterns as you travel across the infinite cosmos. You feel as if you are ripping across what makes matter and atoms soon have no meaning or place on this ride of insanity. Mind and body lose all connection, and you feel the pull of the cosmic force that each dimension generates. Then your stuck right in the fucking middle on a dance floor, watching trout glide along the floor with Travolta quality moves. The wet scales leaving puddles all along the glittering lights. Fish doing bumps off tables, sucking the white powder into there gills, thinking to yourself that they'll never notice the hook dangling just above them. The lazy fisherman attaches 8-balls onto his hook, and hoping some desperate fish with a cocaine crazed mind will latch on. These fish know better though, they know how this system works, as this knowledge has been passed down generation to generation and only the stupid ones go for the free hanging cocaine.
OK, so I come to terms that im the only human here in this aquatic night arena. I don't want to be here, im too much of an outsider. These fish will soon discover that a human is among them, and I can't imagine the frenzy that will ensue as a result. Maybe hordes of piranha will gather to devour me as punishment for stepping the boundary, or catfish will stab me in the gut with there razor sharp fins. My greatest fear however is the cruelty that will be dished out by the sharks, as these are the biggest predators of the underwater world, and any sly motion to steal there coke will result in serious bodily injuries, and possibly death. I knew i wouldn't be able to resist the temptation. Propelle me oh mighty panda philosopher so I may escape this drivel wasteland of marine life miscreants.
Unable to know whether the corners of my eyes were actually products of my imagination, or the Lysergic acid diethylamide had finally enveloped and saturated my brain in sizzling grease. First came fear, pure heart ripping terror throughout that scratched my skin from the inside out, bending all my organs as if some little gremlin was swimming in my body and kicking each of my vital rgans while biting others in a tiny drunken frenzy. For the first time in my life I felt my lungs, I felt them with perfect control; each measure of air being sucked into my body, I could fell my lungs tasting the air like a professional gourmet chef; the fear is giving me total control and I then turned the fear into a powerful emotional master joystick that allowed me to manipulate my body any which way. To regain control of the body you must pass the fear, and by passing that fear you must welcome it; take care of each pulsating adrenaline shot and relish in the animalism beauty of the emotion. Understand its simplicity.
Opening my eyes to readjust my now increasingly warping mind, I saw the white wall facing me slowly melting away its former color and telling me that it was never really white to begin with, that white is a false prophet and its real color will now be presented to me. The wall further explained that I have earned this knowledge through my insight in the study of fear, and as a result of my bodily control I now have the capacity to view anew the color system. Now fear had left me at this point, and giddy excitement now preceded me as the wall turned to many different colors at once, flashing each one quickly like a seizure inducing Japanese television show; a slow voice over with a deep resonating volume, much like Morgan Freeman, telling me that any color I want is my choosing. I am allowed to view any color to my liking, and I could mix and match any mixture of the RGB scale to my discretion. The secrets of sensual being was being revealed to my uneducated eyes by this very polite and insightful wall.
This freaked me the fuck out as I remembered I had taken 4 tablets of good quality Acid and my brain kept feeling the mashing beating feeling like a housewife had opened my skull and proceeded to tenderize my brain, whilst adding a concoction of spices. Her hands gently beating down my brain as more acid pumped to my cerebellum, she has prepared me for the grill. The idea of my softened brain being thrown onto a grill, the pink sizzling muscle instantly cooking from the heat and the fire permanently changing the chemical structure of my brain; I would lose my sense of me forever. Never to relish in the simple model of the earth I had already constructed, and I ducked under the fear that some obese dock worker might be the one to consume my brain.
Taking note of this last train of thought, I figured that this drug was providing an extreme amount of hallucination, and in a clear moment of sobriety I practised the meditation of allowing this drug to snow in my thoughts, letting the full experience be enjoyable at best. I noticed Marty the wall god had stopped talking me, and it returned to its natural white state; not wanting to bring Marty back, I didn't try to change the color because I knew he'd come in again like some annoying ass teacher trying to guide me in color manipulation. I must have gotten an F in that class, or shot spitwads at Marty while he taught the class the finer points of reality changing mind tricks.
My house seemed relatively normal now, the smooth wooden tile underneath me didn't seem any different, the air felt like clean flowing warmth, and my senses seemed to be normalizing, as I no longer saw emotions, or tasted sounds. I had heard LSD can discombobulate your senses, causing a extreme mismatch of the incoming reality. Maybe this LSD wasn't good, and disappointment settled in realizing my trip was already done, and the closest I got to experiencing anything was talking to a damn wall about colors. How ii was mistaken.
Emotions are the trigger to the gun, but not to the gun, but in fact to a nuclear explosion of the landscape smeltering all in its path, leaving only charred death in its wake and radiation fallout to claim more lives after its attack has ceased. First thought was amazing, second thought was holy fuck I need to escape this monstrous realm. Walls around me folded in, and I realized I was all along in a carefully constructed play box created by a 7 year old. This 7 year old has been controlling my ever move, every interior design decision, each click of the T.V., every damn breath has been his doing. I hated him for it, he lied to me this whole time. The walls were long gone, and I was staring at an infinite black abyss of pure matter, with the Goliath sized 7 year old staring down at me in extreme disappointment like a parent who just saw his kid shit in the sink. Was this young asshole god, or just some kid that found me lying in the gutter one rain soaked night, and kindness consumed the young toddlers mind, and with deep compassion he took me home for a better life. He seemed almighty in his industrial sized pampers, baby fat seeping out the side and rolling over the pampers logo. He had smooth skin, slightly tan but soft looking. His bald head was the only light in this infinite black, an eye scorching light bulb, and his eyes; those piercing blue eyes told me my own soul in better detail then I could ever attempt to describe. This baby stood there staring at me. No words. At least the wall knew how to fucking speak, and now I got a possible homicidal baby eyeing me. Must escape this, I must run into the nothing.
Turning quickly I sprinted in Olympic style to the nothing, legs feeling no pain or burn as they cycled to propelling proportions launching me as far away as possible. To my surprise the black was solid enough so that I could run on its surface, but turning around I saw the baby waddling towards me in a high speed toddler chase. I heard piercing cries from his mouth, not that of an infant either, but of a celestial shaman of sorts who was sad about my departure. Fuck that I thought, I won't be a prisoner in butt fuck me up the ass toddler town. I refuse to be a Ken doll for this monstrosity, a plastic nothing day in and day out for this little kids amusement. Playing house with fake women of sorts, leaving the shoe box to fulfill a false job, living a false life, never knowing the chubby puppet strings that toss me around in a elementary lifestyle almost resembling contemporary life.
The black started to get deeper, as the baby trailed behind me in a ever shrieking chant of the gods. Then I heard it drop a enormous shit in its diaper, and I turned back seeing that he was changing his own diaper. What a clever little kid.
What felt like hours I kept running in black nothing forgetting who I was or what I'm doing or why I even bothering running anymore. Maybe my thoughts controlled my environment? I thought of a beach with naked lesbians. Damn to no avail. I felt trapped in this dark blank existence, thinking maybe I should've just chilled with that damn baby. At least I would know where I'm at. Tragedy strikes us at the most unsuspecting moments, black closed in on me, I felt the pull of the black hole. The black hole was me, and everything closed in on me. The universe was being consumed by my being. I felt every star, planet, galaxy, human force being pushed through my outer skin and into my body to become a part of me. What shall I do, let this continue? I didn't want to be the one responsible for killing off all intelligent life in the universe, what will my family think of me then?
That last thought was vanished as the panda bear woke me up with its furry paw. I was then surrounded by a vast valley, my body laying on the softest grass I ever felt, as if i was sitting on a pillow that has been soaked in fabric softner for days. So must green vibrating around me. Bright yellow bugs flew around all over the landscape, most seemed to be rising from the grass, but others already made it to the farthest reaches of the sky. My head was slumped on a tree, and the gentle cooing of crickets blanketed the sounds, harmonizing along with the chirping birds. Amazing. Joy had replaced such uncertainty and fear that I felt before. The image of the murderous baby still reeled in my head, yet was fleeting like waking up from a disturbing dream.
The panda eyed me curiously, its fur had a halo like glow to it, the black fur patches under its eyes made it look like the soft cuddly creature lacked sleep. The panda chewed on a bamboo stick, his head greatly engrossed in the chewing or taste, I couldn't tell which. Looking back up at me the panda udder'd, "Sorry sir, I cannot speak unless the sacred bamboo has been digested and passes through my body. Thankfully my organs are very efficient at this task." Holy fuck, the panda spoke better English then I did. That made me slightly depressed.
"I understand you had an encounter with the dreaded Borksork." He continued chewing his bamboo in anticipation for my response.
"Don't fear the Borksork, it was merely taking great care of you until the truth could be revealed. The Borksork said you left in quite a rush, and he wasn't able to give you a proper goodbye."
Then panda then lifted its ass off the ground and farted a gold coin. WHAT THE FUCK! This interchanging of worlds was seriously taking a toll on my nerves. The panda giggled like a school girl at my reaction.
"You see Atticus, this is the third dimension. Forget that bullshit you learned on the Discovery channel, true dimensions are vast and complicated, none of this time traveling nonsense. The one you just left was the second trisector, and before that you lived in the first bisector." That's when I decided to accept the fact that a coin farting panda was talking about serious scientific insight on dimensions and my curiosity took the best of me.
"Ok uh Mr. Panda, but your saying I left two dimensions behind me? Purely through the will of my mind"
"Quite right."
"If that is true, then is this the last dimension, like the afterlife?"
"Oh no no sir, the opposite in fact. There are about six hundred and fifty other dimensions in existence as we speak. You see, it all has to do with the uncertainty and predicting the future. Each action has a perceived outcome, and if you consider all the possible effects that each action has, you have a wide variety of possible outcomes. In essence, each dimension explores and lives out each possible variation of any reality. There is no base reality, only varieties."
What the fuck was this furry little bastard talking about. Looks like bamboo eating professor here takes me for an idiot.
"Ok panda, but none of that makes sense, how can each of these possible outcomes for each event be played out when it never existed?"
"Simple dear sir, think of the ultimate reality as a theatre, and in a theatre we have a multitude of movies playing simultaneously at once. Some end quicker then others, and many are similar, but no single one is a exact duplicate. Now imagine the lobby, the lobby are the beings who are about to be born. They live in a peaceful limbo, with no sure direction into any theatre until an event calls for there existence."
I ignored panda scientist/philosopher, and I was engrossed in my current surroundings. The sky streamed with large laser like shapes streaking across the sky, red, blue, green, all colors cascading with majestic symphony. Distant dragons swimming across the sky, fire escaping there nostrils, and strange enough I understood there whole respiratory system the second I studied them with my eyes. They converted air to fire in a complicated chemical conversion that takes place in there lungs. The lungs they have however aren't the same type as ours, not even a close resemblance of our pathetic pink air dispensers. No, in fact this extraordinary beast had a black lung that was shaped almost like a pear, and the air coming in was instantly transformed, through a complicated network of air canals, into a concentrated dose of fire. As the dragon grew, the levels of fire were adjusted to fit any need the dragon needed. So bursts of fire could come in a straight line, or the creature could spew out a huge concentrated haze of inferno in order to melt any opposing enemy.
OK, so I assume the panda can read my thoughts. He is just sitting there now staring at me with a blank look at its face. I fear that this will lead to him knowing about my dislike towards his panda like existence. I look at his furry happy face with discontent; he is such a typical panda, and furthermore a lethargic panda at that. He just sits there, no motivation or attempt to even roll around for any progression, his only concern is eating that damned bamboo stick, which by now could've been consumed fully. Panda professor can't even muster enough energy to finish his bamboo stick.
The panda then rose up to its feet adding a good four feet to its already immense size. He stared at me with calm eyes, eyes that spoke my every thought. Maybe I shouldn't be too judgemental on this gentle panda, as he did show me the true meaning of the different dimensions that make up a complicated sphere of different realities out of the possibilities of future events. That was a fun fact to know. So I decided to explore this dimension and see what kind of strange and unique world has been created here.
Rising to meet the panda face to face to shake his hand in a polite escape, a loud growl emmited from the gentle beasts bowls. He clapped my head in-between both his paws, and started spouting gibberish from his mouth.
"Talka tim tom rehitgut motifsha moka moka lockjawton."
I squirmed in a desperate attempt to escape the crushing pressure of his paws, but to no avail. His mighty grip was about to crush my skull, and I feared for my life, even at that point I wasn't sure what life actually was as I had just witnessed dragons, and understood their complete anatomical make-up based on a single glance. I couldn't really take living seriously at this point. Then the panda let go slowly, and stepped back with graceful steps.
"Please Atticus Johnathan Chiva, don't let astonishment consume you. As well don't let abomination cloud your judgement. You need to take a shower."
The yellow bugs swarmed to the sky, a mass exodus of light gathered into a gigantic ball. Light poured into the ball, causing a rapid increase in size. Bright light glistened into me and the panda's face, my eyes crunched in a wince whilst the panda just stood proudly and stared directly at the growing ball. I was paralysed, no attempt to move would be accomplished, and light trickled back down to the ground. I was the spotlight for the energy beam, each little ball of yellow fell onto me in a steady stream of showering joy. The light tickled my skin like tiny spastic feathers, and each time one touched my skin pure happiness grew inside me. I felt the energy of the ball growing in my own being. I could've been fucking Jessica Alba, while scratching a million dollar winning lottery ticket, and seeing my soon to be born son get accepted into ivy league all the while to have taken 7 ecstasy pills, and I still wouldn't of felt the pure joy that closed my body into a wonderful casket. I felt an implosion of this pure energy released inside of me. Soon darkness flooded my eyes with great a downpour, and all I could hear was the panda's high pitch'd but gentle voice voice.
"Let this be the final to the end. Don't let what you see cloud who you are. Interpret and overcome. Most of all, welcome the fear."
Dimension transportation is a intense thrill ride of indescribable speed and velocity that bends light to form complex patterns as you travel across the infinite cosmos. You feel as if you are ripping across what makes matter and atoms soon have no meaning or place on this ride of insanity. Mind and body lose all connection, and you feel the pull of the cosmic force that each dimension generates. Then your stuck right in the fucking middle on a dance floor, watching trout glide along the floor with Travolta quality moves. The wet scales leaving puddles all along the glittering lights. Fish doing bumps off tables, sucking the white powder into there gills, thinking to yourself that they'll never notice the hook dangling just above them. The lazy fisherman attaches 8-balls onto his hook, and hoping some desperate fish with a cocaine crazed mind will latch on. These fish know better though, they know how this system works, as this knowledge has been passed down generation to generation and only the stupid ones go for the free hanging cocaine.
OK, so I come to terms that im the only human here in this aquatic night arena. I don't want to be here, im too much of an outsider. These fish will soon discover that a human is among them, and I can't imagine the frenzy that will ensue as a result. Maybe hordes of piranha will gather to devour me as punishment for stepping the boundary, or catfish will stab me in the gut with there razor sharp fins. My greatest fear however is the cruelty that will be dished out by the sharks, as these are the biggest predators of the underwater world, and any sly motion to steal there coke will result in serious bodily injuries, and possibly death. I knew i wouldn't be able to resist the temptation. Propelle me oh mighty panda philosopher so I may escape this drivel wasteland of marine life miscreants.