sleezywriter69

omega surpeme

sleezywriter69

This costume has completely changed my perspective on the insignificant reality plan , we call earth and our dimension. The moment I placed the cheap synthetic threads upon my mortal flesh I felt like a new man, ascended, enlightened, it allowed my simple homosapian mind to reach the highest point it ever has before. The small tuffs lining the center of this polka dot labyrinth burn my flesh, their holy energy too great for the simple muscular layer to withstand. It’s taken months of intense resistance training for my body to withstand the intensity of its grand impact for more than a minute. It’s simply breathtaking, once you can wear it for hours, days.
          I haven’t been able to take it off for the past four days. It’s just, I can’t explain it. Like the adrenaline a baby turtle feels as it desperately crawls to the salty waves of its future; like a bungee jumper feeling the final tug of their elastic rope, wondering if it will snap, if they’ll hit the hard rocks before being tugged back 50km a hour back to the surface. I’m the bungee jumper and the rocks are my previous human form, that thick, elastic rope being this magical suit, always pulling me back to my higher self. The neon yellow contrast has forced open my third—no—my fourth eye. I know all now. I can see the future and I remember the future, the past, the present. I remember things that have happened, things that will happen, things that won’t happen, things that will never happen. This suit absorbs the very material of time and space, sucking in the raw oxygenated power around me till my arteries pulse with godly wisdom.
          I don’t think any of you understand. I know you. I know all about you as you squint at your device, I can see the glare of the blue lights in your dilated irises. I can see through you. You think I’m just a simple, delusional customer with too much time on my hands, don’t you? You’ll always be wrong. It’s that mindset that the threads reject.