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a jackhammer starts pecking away at the back of your head, as a power saw buzzes away in fright. crickets chirp deep into an ink black sky that swallows to feed them back to you in a deafening sea of sound. you see the nodules radiating like little suns that shimmer as you sink gently into the jelly bed of the auditory ooze in your mind.



you jolt upright and you feel a cement egg being cracked on your head, the whites clinging to the nerves of your skin as the yolk slowly poisons you from the inside- frying through your mind and blinding your eyes, squeezing out of your face to slither agonizingly through your torso and drip down your legs, where it all met in a puddle at your feet.