[085]
11/26/2010 03:04 p.m.

He is surrounded by hundreds of thousands of people and the noise and proximity drive him crazy. The noise! Batshit insane! He can feel an aching in his temples pulsing dopamine into the dissonance, boom boom.

The sound of everyone is screeching like writhing hives.

He puts his finger where he oughtn't to put his finger and is stung. He swats about at the beastly little mite which sook to shank and it met with screeching.

The hive, attached through electrical impulses, goes goddamn wild and the noise the noise bursts dopamine through the dissonance and he can feel craziness coursing through his head-met -- I hope everyone dies.

The press of a button causes two parallel boards to slide against each other, and eventually they meet to form a hole. From the hole plops pure dissonance into your hand.

Dissonance is delicious and you know it back with the shudder of one practiced. You go quickly crazy, fetching!

The press of a button causes two mechanisms to slide parallel and meet in a small opening. From this opening, thick and viscous, plops a dollop of pure dissonance.

You knock it back in practiced relish and proceed to go crazy, fetchingly and with excuse. The noise rattles through your head-meat, a buzzing of scattered electrical impulses.

Behind your eyes and ears flash an array of hallucinations, chirp chirping and screek screeching, wending their way through the criss-cross of your corpus collosum, and you are acutely aware that you are being judged egregiously.