I tell ya what
I'm going deep undercover. I might see you, but you won't see me, It is extremely nice outside, which is perfect, because it perfectly contradicts how much I feel like total ass today. I love "opposites". They're "neat". What. Does my sarcasm annoy you? You know what you can do? Kiss me.
And, to top it off, that dentist appointment I skipped? Right. It's come back to haunt me. Cause there's something bad going on inside of my mouth. Lower right hand side pain. Swelling. The works. I imagine there is some sort of toothey entity either trying to escape from my mouth or microbes are waging unholy war inside my molar. Either way, unacceptable. I managed to weedle my way into an emergency appointment tomorrow afternoon. I imagine drilling and scraping and general excavation will be involved. All those intensely pleasurable moments associated with the dentist. Plus I have an irrational fear of anesthesia-induced unconsciousness. I realize that you count backwards from ten to one and then somehow it's like you just "fell asleep" and then you wake up and it's all over and it's like only 2 seconds went by. Well guess what. I DON"T FUCKING BUY IT.
This is what I think really happens:
You count backwards from ten to one, and before you know it you're "out". But actually, you've entered an entirely other state of consciousness, you are in no way unconscious. You are not asleep. While in this extra-conscious state, your imagination, unable to make a connection with reality, manifests ways in which to interpret that reality which you are unable to immediately apprehend. For example, there is some man with a latex glove on scraping bits of blood and teeth out of your slackened jaw. In your special state of consciousness, this might be interpreted as a three headed cerberus type creature clawing out your bowels and dangling them in front of your terror stricken soul. The rinsing of debris from your newly excavated cavity? A flood of bile and wormy insects that wash you toward the womb of satan's bower. The filling of said evacuated cavity? Satan pours hot iron into your freshly opened wound, and then whispers some unintelligble unholy language into your sanguine ears. As you stare in sheer terror at the abyss that will soon engulf you, you "wake up". The experience is so terrifying that your mind represses all memory of travelling to Satan's bower into your subconscious, lying in evil wait for the moment that it can return to your conscious mind and cause you to do Satan's bidding.
Or something like that.
And, to top it off, that dentist appointment I skipped? Right. It's come back to haunt me. Cause there's something bad going on inside of my mouth. Lower right hand side pain. Swelling. The works. I imagine there is some sort of toothey entity either trying to escape from my mouth or microbes are waging unholy war inside my molar. Either way, unacceptable. I managed to weedle my way into an emergency appointment tomorrow afternoon. I imagine drilling and scraping and general excavation will be involved. All those intensely pleasurable moments associated with the dentist. Plus I have an irrational fear of anesthesia-induced unconsciousness. I realize that you count backwards from ten to one and then somehow it's like you just "fell asleep" and then you wake up and it's all over and it's like only 2 seconds went by. Well guess what. I DON"T FUCKING BUY IT.
This is what I think really happens:
You count backwards from ten to one, and before you know it you're "out". But actually, you've entered an entirely other state of consciousness, you are in no way unconscious. You are not asleep. While in this extra-conscious state, your imagination, unable to make a connection with reality, manifests ways in which to interpret that reality which you are unable to immediately apprehend. For example, there is some man with a latex glove on scraping bits of blood and teeth out of your slackened jaw. In your special state of consciousness, this might be interpreted as a three headed cerberus type creature clawing out your bowels and dangling them in front of your terror stricken soul. The rinsing of debris from your newly excavated cavity? A flood of bile and wormy insects that wash you toward the womb of satan's bower. The filling of said evacuated cavity? Satan pours hot iron into your freshly opened wound, and then whispers some unintelligble unholy language into your sanguine ears. As you stare in sheer terror at the abyss that will soon engulf you, you "wake up". The experience is so terrifying that your mind represses all memory of travelling to Satan's bower into your subconscious, lying in evil wait for the moment that it can return to your conscious mind and cause you to do Satan's bidding.
Or something like that.
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