types of dissociation:
- existing but a little to the left
- am i crossing my eyes or is everything just blurry?
- clipped right thru the floorboards
- what the fuck is a “body”
- i have too many bodies at once and they’re trying to start a fight club. how many arms are humans supposed to have again?
- floam
- sounds fake but ok
- pick two: harsh noise, dial up tone, cantina theme [10 hour version]
- 360 no scope
- the atmosphere is lighting me on fire very, very slowly.
- someone: “wow! you handled that stressful situation so well! so cool and competent!” me, unaware that anything happened: “i what now”
- *forgets to breathe for 5 hours*
feel free 2 add ur own
> the existential equivalent of radiohead’s How To Disappear Completely
> me @ me: new phone who dis
-zoning out, still hearing everything but 10x louder
-realising this is happening and not being able to tune back in
-becomes the living embodiment of whatever song is stuck in my head