to: all. several completely legitimate and scientific questions

[mathmetism]

heyo, senseis, it’s me, jerry. i have questions.

when we ~transcend~ into this higher plane of consciousness, is our body just chinchillin’ out in reality, totally out of touch? like if someone tries to lick my eyeball, or draw a dickbutt on my face, does the matrix shoot me a ping? or am i just waking up to pink eye?

has a rogue multidimensional being ever hijacked someone’s consciousness while they’re out fishing? y’all ever meet any primeval dark gods of inconceivable pain out there?

has anyone tried calibrating a radio to pick up this frequency instead of playing pink eye roulette?

how do I know which body to come back to? what if i end up in brenda?

how much does perception shape the horizon? if i drop acid, can i effectively transform the singularity into one of those big inflatable wiggly boys they put outside used car dealerships?

let a girl know

hugs & kisses
jerthro trull

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[mathmetism]

hey all they you need (for karaoke) will surely come

[ unfortunately for everyone in the castle thorne living quarters, this is being simultaneously belted out, off key, through the hallways: ]

I'LL BE YOUR DREAM
I'LL BE YOUR WISH
I'LL BE YOUR FANTASYYYY

[tedandroses]

(fuck it. Teddy lives above a storefront. There’s family in the house adjacent but it’s not attached. They laugh and sing along, thinking the next verse as they go)

I'll be your hope,
I'll be your love,
(got me on the harmony here?)
be everything that you neeeed

[mathmetism]

i would never abandon a karaoke comrade in their verse of harmonic need

you know any destiny's child?

[tedandroses]

I appreciate that. Karaoke loyalty is very important.

Yeah I know at least one song by Destiny’s Child.

/CLEARS THROAT

Any other day I would call, you would say
"Baby, how's your day?" But today, it ain't the same
Every other word is "Uh-huh, yeah, okay"
Could it be that you are at the crib with another la-day?

(You’re gonna have to imagine the dancing.)