Communication

So, to be quite frank, I've smoked my share of various things. I used to smoke cigarettes more often, but I have really cut back. I smoked spice twice, that was a mistake. And, of course, I've smoked my share of grass. However, other than the spice, those things are quite normal and not much comes out of it. The reason I mention this is because of one particular cigarette I had just the other week.

My friends and I were walking down the street, it was about 1:45 am, and we decided it was time for a cigarette. We continued walking without issue when I started to smell burning plastic. The smell was caustic to say at the least and I felt terribly nauseous. I staggered and fell back onto a stone wall. My friends just sort of stared as my heart began to race.

The sickness and the smell intensified and then I saw something swirl around my friends, almost like an orange, subtle mist. My friends continued to stare at me, quite perplexed, as I stared back, equally perplexed, staring at this haze. I then saw the haze start to take shape. It had wild but hollow eyes and its mouth had jagged teeth.

Two claws formed too and I saw the now serpentine figure in the smoke grasp the heads of my friend, Sam. Sam paid no attention. The being seemed to permeate my friend at which point Sam asked, "Dude, you feelin' alright?" As he asked this, more orange haze came forth from his mouth.

Then I noticed this haze, it was everywhere! It was a separate entity from another dimension, another level of perception, this was Communication. They were like symbiotic beings. We created them and yet they control us. WE CANNOT STAND ALONE.

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Credited to R. I. Shaman
Originally uploaded on April 2, 2012

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