A pimple on the ass of the earth, not so much as a blip on the radar, I float by undetected. Unnoticed. No point to be here; I implode. Can’t breathe. I vomit hate. I speak color. I feel the blinding fluorescent light as if it were hands massaging my skin ever so gently. I hear my movements. The deception on my mind progresses, now to a whole other extreme. I see things, distorted, abstract, unnatural things in place of their real, natural counterparts. A banana begins to resemble a 44. Magnum. A dragonfly bears a remarkable affinity to a necromantic pixie fluttering its way through a dark wood. Its path lit only by the help of its supernatural aura. The icebox in the kitchen becomes a gateway to another world. I see the wind; I feel the deep never ending roots of a mighty oak tree. I share the sadness of a weeping willow. I feel the pain of a wounded doe. I scream with the anger and emotion of an expected mother with a stillborn pregnancy. I bask myself in glory with the happiness of a new father. This is all so strange, though it is devilishly wonderful. But alas, all good things must come to an end; this is no exception, and just a few hours later it is over. I am nothing. I am everything. I am magic. And I will destroy your mind. You are nothing without me. I obliterate your self-esteem. I am a chemical. I am a poison. I can end your life in a microsecond. I am worth it. I am Acid.