Entries tagged with jerry pascal; the sun

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gather 'round, it's story time

Dear diary,

This week in my silly little adventures, I became LSD Buddha. Me and my dream bro, Jack the Fiendishly Good-Looking and Fiscally Unfortunate, we'll call him Jack, became pirate lords and befriended the gentle and devastatingly handsome kraken. Fish feared him, wizards feared him, wizards also wanted him, they feared how much they wanted him. I life coached Batman in how to practice self-forgiveness and embrace self-care, and helped a Cuba-sized shark find his inner Disney princess.

( Then shit got real, diary, but I got realer. )

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to: all. several completely legitimate and scientific questions

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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@ Everyone

I need people in Thorne and Solvunn to ask around if anyone's seen monsters like this. I'm doing it on our end. Vines for the face and for the legs, sticks on their back. It also "moves on its hands and with the vines to drag it. It can be burned at least enough to make it turn tail."

Ask the guards or whoever would have interacted with monsters, hunters if you've got them. This thing is in that place with them, it attacked a friend of mine. Maybe it's a clue as to their location.

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to: all; blog post 01

Hey, everybody. My name's Jack, and I think I should probably start this thing out with an apology and a warning.

This is probably going to get long, and I can almost guarantee most of you won't find it interesting at all. To be perfectly transparent, I think it's a pretty safe bet that if you have even the slightest disinterest in reading stories that are completely irrelevant to you, you're going to want to go ahead and magically mute this message. Seriously, this is about to be the definition of 'too long, didn't read'. Sorry for cluttering your heads-up display, I'm not really sure of a better way to make this thing opt-in.

This post is intended for people who are bored, or curious, or maybe just really, really desperate for something to read while sitting on the toilet.

Back home, I used to run a blog. For those of you from worlds that don't have blogs, it's basically like a diary or a journal entry that you post in a public space for strangers to read, and then make really judgmental comments about. I'm not selling the premise very well, but trust me when I say there's something reassuring about putting your story into the public domain. Writers probably get different things out of it, but for me, it's nice to have a sort of "reality check-point". For reasons I won't bore you with, there are times in my life where I question my memories, or the nature of my reality. Having other people in the world who can remember something with me, or who can shed some light on what happened, has literally saved my life once or twice. It was my therapist's idea. Sort of.

The thing is, my blog posts aren't actually about me exactly. They're about the truly bizarre, absolutely balls-out insane things that happen around me, or things that I get to see, whether I like it or not. Usually not.

Lately, it's mostly been the latter.

I think most (if not all) of us have been granted gifts by the singularity. I'm pretty sure mine have just been taking little things that already happened to me back home and amping them up about a thousand times. I've been seeing people's memories. I don't have a lot of control over it, it just sort of... happens. A lot of the time they're boring, inane things. People brushing their teeth, eating, waiting in line, stuff like that. One truly horrific memory of somebody beating somebody else half to death with what looked like a Hitachi magic wand, but I didn't see who exactly that one came from and I think I'm happier not knowing. Those aren't the ones I want to talk about, though.

Today, I want to talk about the ocean.

( tl;dr read more beneath the cut )

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