Transcend
Epiphanic jubilance as you begin exerting pharmaceutical control over your mental chemistry. You start to see that radiant joy, manic despair, mild boredom and every other “feeling” are merely patterns of chemiconeural-synaptic-firings—patterns that are now under your control. You’re the Head Mental Music Composer. And now you’re turning the broken cassette tapes of trite cover-band grunge beats into a live-blasting supernoval symphony of Mozart on crack:
Shift all incoming experiential data to a cosmic perspective of organismal meta-consciousness…Species consciousness…Genus consciousness…Family Consciousness…Order Consciousness…Class Consciousness…PHYLUM Consciousness…KINGDOM CONSCIOUSNESS!
Blast-off. Simultaneons of Valhalla perspection. Words have ceased to mean. You are now communicating directly with the laws of physics. Your thoughts are angels that fly with wings of ethereal mega-competence.
Copyright © Anon Umus | Year Posted 2015
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