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Gorecore wrote:I have a few imaginary friends. I haven't named any of them, none of them have spoken their own name aloud. Those friends reside in different rooms in the hotel that is my head.

There's a corpsely thin man living in the darkest room. I think I speak with him the most. Even though I've never heard this man's voice, his thoughts prickle my spine the most.

He only told me his name once. It was during the month of December that he told me his name was Rak Bah. He sat slumped in his chair and was nearly motionless. If not for his one eye peering out from behind a jagged part in the front of his long black hair, I'd swear he was dead. Black, quivering, and filling with tears the eye never left my face.

I could hear one word now. It keeps repeating over and over. It screams then whispers somewhere deep from inside Rak Bah's chest and into my skull. When it seems that hearing the word one more time would surely make me fire a nailgun through my temple, he stops.

A faint creak sighs from his taut neck muscles as his head raises up to look straight ahead. Just before a throat crawling scream ejected from my mouth, he takes one of his fingernails and imbeds the dirt crusted hook up and under his eye to extract the wet orb. He holds his diseased eyeball out to me, palm out, arm extended, muscles twitching to some crazy song that only he can hear.

"Eat this to see." his mucus-laden voice bubbled quietly in my mind. "Eat this to see..."

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Darth Inhaler wrote:I guess alot of you need to be on mushrooms in order to really understand this topic...
For all you know, you could be a part of someone else's imagination.

Jay212 wrote:

Darth Inhaler wrote:I guess alot of you need to be on mushrooms in order to really understand this topic...
For all you know, you could be a part of someone else's imagination.

I've heard that statement about 100 million times since I first joined this site.