Happy Paradox of The Dark Land

The first night I slept in the house. Some species of beetle (?) trudged rhythmically all hours of the night.

Their form of transportation is a vast metal tube. They roll across the top of it expressionless.

There is a feeling I can hardly describe when I look at the sky from this place. It's like a staring contest with all life in the universe at once.

Some things will never change such as the existence of soulless grunts. But I see myself in complete opposition to them.

I found this old photograph in my house.

The future equivalent of this drink is stronger, it also looks like a different color. I start to see strings vibrating at very specific frequencies.

Something is burning down out there, it looks like a very dusty, old movie. I got it on DVD from a place that's gone now.

I rummage through my mental mind every day for the pieces of the puzzle.

My best friend found me, it is really a great afternoon. It brought me a flower made of strings. The moon comes out at the wrong time now.

In the garden. There is a dandelion which looks sprawling and sacred today. It lives in a mound of devil tails.

It seemed fitting to enter a ritualistic mindset. I became convinced that the only way to ward off unusual phenomena from happening to me was by daily drinking from a heavy chalice. That same snake-like icon watched me nonetheless.

This goblet was in the cupboard. I can feel 1,000,000 years inside of it when I sip it. In fact it has jewels in colors that do not exist anymore. When I look at it I see this in my brain: □□□□□.

Half an hour after ingestion. I admit I had fun.

Unfortunately the comedown had me reeling and in a very bad way.

As long as I kept my hands and mind busy, the landscape’s timelessness bothered me less and less.

Looking closely at the drug, I noticed that its surface was as alive as the landscape from which it was borne.

I stored Caveman in a shallow hole. Like any good survivalist, I figured it must have its uses in the future.

The creatures had their own rituals.

Was there any place that the Snake could not observe?

At the very least He seemed curious about my daily activities.

The biggest celestial object in the sky grew larger each night. I linked its fast approaching trajectory to the evolution of the creatures on the dark land.

I gathered the courage to look through the window. As I feared, a creature emerged; however, the languorousness of its arrival began to calm me.

A snake-like icon rotated and rotated and rotated. He asked me to acknowledge his pets.

As I was traveling through the desert, vivid hallucinations began crowding my view. They flew violently into my field of vision. I barely ducked in time.

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