Things I never Imagined I would say or See.

From a writing prompt , from Starfire

Well,

There I was thinking some psycho had gone and mixed DmT into my coffee. It is not every day a giraffodil springs up, cracking the concrete of the sidewalk. Nor is it everyday that a Giraffodil informs me that this may well be partly my fault and all of this happened regardless of giraffodils. That's how bad it is.

I rolled my eyes at the pretentious snarkism prevalent in the leafy vision of , whatever the hell a giraffodil is. Wait, oh, it must be that sneaky DMT because I do believe I am seeing sounds, Or is that my pineal gland dangling like an excited uvula before my eyes?

In fact If I roll my eyes any harder, I'll be looking myself right in the pineal gland. So maybe that's what it is. Considering this that and trying to understand the difference in appearance between my pineal gland, my uvula and a struggling new born giraffodil.

Where was I?

Contemplating this led me to grasp that I think I might already be a quantum hunting glitch dreamer - I just didn't know it had a name.

Yes.

The Giraffodil directed me to the insight that I am in fact merely a quantum hunting glitch dreamer,

With only vague glimpses of reality.

All this time I had been falsely identifying as an proud Appalachian American

TransLeprechaun.

Well, while the previous two decades have broadened my perception of mayhem madness and psychotherapy, apparently 2024 has opened entirely new doors.

Now, anyone know how to unroll my eyes?

My pineal gland is in need of privacy and I can clearly see I need mental floss. And I need more coffee.