I'm not right in the head today.
I'm full of tics, twitches and glitches. Feel very uneasy.
I can get down on it sometimes, he thought of heading back into an awful job, and all that stuff. Modern day George Orwell in the workplace of dead souls.
And then you try and "think of the positives" to use an awful cliche. But there are some...the anxious mind, the Tourette's mind, is one that is closesly tuned to the movement of the universe.
Every twitch, every judder, every flip thought of panicky thought, is the mind picking up a neutrino, or a graviton, or a Higgs boson. A major attack of tics is the intersection of the rippled, uneven edges of two universes within the eleventh dimension, causing all the n-s and p-s and superstrings to vibrate.
A major convulsive Tourette attack with yelling and raging, is a more substantial universe collision, resulting in a big bang somewhere in the multiverse.
Astronomers listen! Put way your expensive detectors and enormous tanks of dry cleaning fluid deep underground. Turn off your LHC. Just use your eyes.
And look at me.
Copyright Bloody Mulberry 25/07/14
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