Full Moon Yawn
“I suddenly see myself whizzing through chrome chutes lit up with tiny multi-colored flashing light-emitting diodes. They turn all directions as I zig and zag at high speeds. Then, just as suddenly, I am spit out of the chute and flying through the air. It’s moist, hazy, like I’m soaring through bright green clouds. Backwards gravity pulls me upward and I slam against a ceiling, looking down at what seems to be the sky. I turn into a dot, able to see and travel in all directions at once. As I expand, I recognize that I am simultaneously shrinking, becoming infinitely small. I see the Universe as a molecule, and I am that molecule that I am seeing.”
– a friend describes listening to Full Moon Yawn.
“wjoo. joo.+ feeds you shards of broken glitch, but not before coating your throat with a slippery pink liquid.”