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So, I really get to poke my brain huh?

What if I don't like the pain?

Don't worry, it feels good.

It will really change your mood.



Though you are in this trance...

For beginners, use your hands.

You will soon get used to these trips so,

Slowly, wiggle your finger tips.



Where is this place YOU called the nerve?

This is the idea that I had served.

Squeeze out all your thoughts,

Place every defect in this large pot.



Now, boil into a self-esteem

though this is not your thing

Life is not what it seems

Any moment now you will feel a slight sting.



The alcohol will sizzle in freshness;

you will remember all that is pain.

You will forget the healing process;

you will no longer be insane.



Slowly, wiggle your finger tips.

Relax and allow your eyes to roll.

Concentrate and try not to sleep.

Do you remember what you had in that bowl?



You had an empty spirit.

You have a shattered soul

Once YOU decide to fix it,

You will get out of this miserable hole!



Where do you begin?!?



Well, how did you get here?



-How do I know where to start?



There is no start or end, only the center.



You just happened to catch a dimensional ride.



You separated yourself.



You chose to be removed with a mere thought.



You can go back, but your head is going to be in distress.



Going back is painful especially this time of day.