Self Deception

9 / taste of mind

I'm spilling over. Too much of me is poured into my head, it seems. I don't have enough room for myself, so I have to bottle myself up and sell those bottles - priced as such. Please buy them, for they don't have a very long shelf life.

Nutrition facts are written more like warnings when your mind is as toxic as mine is. Too many chemicals are present, and I'm sorry to tell you that I'm genetically modified. My mind varies in colors: from blue, to purple, to the bleakest shade of pink imaginable. Sediment sinks to the bottom of the plastic bottle, complete with BPA when you leave the contents in the heat for extended periods of time. My mind could kill you.

You could catch the sickness from my mind if you drink from it, I'm afraid. That's why no one wants to buy the bottles I've processed; they're concerned that they'll became as diseased as I am. It's just medicine, stop worrying so much! You'll see a technicolor light show when you close your eyes. With a mind like mine, things become unique. Maybe I should arrange a money back guarantee.

Oh god, no one wants a taste of my mind. They want nothing to do with it, and perhaps that's my fault. I feel worthless; I have nothing to give to this world if all I can give is my mind. Beauty is everywhere, yet only the ugly see it. It's such a pity, I could be worth so much more. If only someone would taste my mind, if only.

I'll spend the rest of my life spilling over like this, and the bottles will pile up in storage. I could throw them away, but who would throw away a perfectly good mind? Toxicity means nothing when you could potentially see beauty from the substance. Take a chance, why don't you?

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