The golden locks of my blond wig curl over my face pouring from my Danish school boys cap which nicely compliments my Danish school uniform I was wearing.

I had inquired a blue vile of the pimp but had no money so to receive this I had to comply with a couple of his commands. I won't go into detail how the school uniform came into play or my forced young British accent or even the wig.

Course the vile is mine and I had to beat him to death with his own cane. I then stuffed his lanky body with his ostentatiously innate crushed velvet suit into a vintage chest.

After recklessly pulling the stopper from the vile I dropped a little into my eye and allowed osmosis to control my mind. Within minutes I had an elephant's size dose of LCD pumping into my heart, through my veins, into my limbs and back again.

I then jumped in to my turquoise colored turtle and drove downtown to see the living water falls.

Once downtown I parked my turtle and got for myself something to drink at the knife bar. After killing the pimp I kept the cane which I was now entertaining myself with while I sat in my toaster at the bar. The cold drink made me feel a little chilly and my school uniforms shorts were very high. So I pulled down the lever to warm myself. After awhile I decided that I had enough to drink for the moment and felt that I needed a walk.

So I left the turtle at the knife bar and walked even further up town, which was coincidently uphill, so I walked and walked until I found myself pinned betwixt the moon and two buildings.

The one building was boarded up and dark, the moon was just the same as a dead end representative of a dead end mountain, and the other building had a light shining through some cracks in the walls.

Feeling particularly adventurous I entered the first room in the house which was what appeared to be a rectangle shape but it bent with perspective. The ceiling drooped a bit and at all times seemed to be at it's lowest point just above my head. The walls constantly pulsated with a metronome of a heartbeat, all in unison until my head began to pound in unison with the walls.

This room was empty with the exception of a hole in the wall which apparently led outside due to it being filled with stars. I decided to climb up an old latter and enter the hole.

Upon departure from the room I found a crest of stars bowing around my body moving more quickly than I ever remember stars to move. On many random occasions the stars would bcome extremely bright and quickly dissipate. Then in the immediate area around the star all surrounding it would be collected and in a short time placed into another body, and reborn into a new orbit.

I extended my hand to touch a star and then began falling, for what seemed 20 years (Although there is no time of knowing), I emerged in an alley way. Surround by several beasts. One a tiger with 2 heads constantly moving in different directions but staying completely still, there was a purple hippo with a brown suit on, and also a life sized manikin who at all joints was sweating milk.

The reached up and tasted the hippo, which had a curious cranberry flavor. So I then spread him onto a giant cracker and watched as the manikin and tiger feast on it. As they ravaged the body of the hippo I stood motionless watching, not afraid, in slow motion. As the beasts move in for the meal and back to chew and rip the corpse they were constantly followed by several ghost like images of themselves each one slightly more behind than the last. During this I took a step forward, everything stopped, all 3 beasts looked up at my face still moving slowly, I reached my hand to touch the never ending strings of the manikin, upon doing so I felt a tremendous pull.

The force pulling me sent me through worlds, through galaxies, always too fast the notice my surrounding, able to notice only blurred lines until my abrupt stop. I then found myself stopped on a grassy hill top, it took light several seconds to catch up, slowly the colors began to fill their usual places I decided to rest.

I was awoken by a panda bear who was in a wheel chair. The panda bear was wearing a suit coat and top hat. He shook my hand, but shown to have only palm less limbs like that of a plush bear. I shook his nub. My body then fell limp, a sweat filled my brow and my eyes rolled up to the sky. I watched in the bottom of my vision as all that was around me returned to how it was when I first entered this place. The colors swirled aimlessly missing their mark leaving a grey backdrop. The panda bear at first docile, has grown long, slender, spindly arms which at this point have wrapped around my body and started towards my neck.

Something inside me then began to stir, I began to pick up voices, like a radio with no dial, thousands, all of which I could hear, but none of which I could interpret or make out. None seemed to be in my native language, none interpretable all begging to be heard. This like in any situation caused each to grow louder to be heard over the others. They filled my head and each artery filled with much more blood than would be possible for the corresponding vein to circulate out. I channeled the energy outwards.

Upon doing so I sent myself to the ground, severing the arms of the panda bear knocking us both down. The bear who's face had begun to disintegrate during it's metamorphosis his eyes melted to his face, and his teeth now were visible with it's mouth closed.

I then took my cane, placed it on his forehead. I then slowly applied more and more pressure until the crackling stopped and the cane stopped at the back of the panda's skull. I pulled the cane out and took another swing at the panda's head. I then cleaned the tip of the cane with my handkerchief.

I reached my hand into the hole in the panda's head and then found myself in my boxers lying on my bathroom floor covered in sweat, shaking, and my eyes were too dilated to look at the light above my sink.