Another Great Future in Just Stuff

He swallowed the capsules and gulped the rich drought of cosmic mind warp. Within seconds, colors began to swim in his brain. The sweet lazy music of a waterfall swept his thoughts away… far, far away. Disengaged from the present, engaged with infinity, he became distinctly aware of the gray flaccid faces surrounding him.

THEN- Everything stopped…

Stuttering images welled up in his skull, jerking his brain to a halt. Colors separated. Textures defined themselves. Life became death, became life. It was the ultimate compromise.

He began to drift again.

There had been a thought… Almost a new thought. Something that mattered…

It had gone now to join oblivion.

Dissolved by the creature within himself, he heard an eerie , high pitched undulating noise. He did not realize that he was listening to his own shrill-pierced screaming.

Drifting aimlessly again-

Nothing mattered now… All thoughts , now melted by the lifeless faces. They clung there like dogs at the graves of their masters.

Lost and drifting- More textures- More colors- Sinking through torrents of churning fire- Wading through visions- Grasping at sounds-

Another great future.

Meanwhile, the truth hovered patiently.

Like the stars in the sky.

© Rick Ogden 1997