The being stood perfectly still, not speaking; or if it was speaking, I had no way of understanding it.
"I'm just not going to put up with it, okay?" I continued. "The more I think about you, the more I end up contradicting myself. I can't even see you, there's no evidence whatsoever that you exist, nothing that would stand up in court." Although, I thought to myself, nothing much stands up in court these days.
With a faint sigh I turned my head and scanned my eyes over the spot where I sensed the being to be. "Leave me alone, okay?" I whispered. "I don't know what you want, but I can't help you. We have no way of communicating, you might not even exist. I just can't help you. Just go away." I felt a pang of loss and regret that I wasn't sure was mine. Mentally I lit a cigarette. "I'm sorry to be a loss."
That's a summation of a conversation I had in the basement this evening.
You want some sort of explanation for it? The world would have me believe I'm delusional, insane, paranoid. I don't want to believe that. I also don't want to thing I have some sort of mental power or ability. I can sense auras, I don't deny that, but I'm avoiding anything to do with the paranormal. Mezzonormal I can cope with, but the Planes can't vivisect one another. That defies both scientific and theoretical logic. And I don't really want to draw much attention to this. What is it? I'm not communicating with alt-earth entities. All I'm saying is I'm sensing beings with soul-patterns I don't recognise when there's no one there.
Yes, there was that time I met Satan. That was an experience that will haunt me for the rest of my life. But this was... different. It just was. It just was, okay?
Quote of the day:
You're allowed to have as many dimensions as you want, so long as they don't have anything to do with ghosts, telepathy, anything that fucks with Charles Darwin, or anything that Hitler liked (apart from Charles Darwin).
-The End of Mr. Y
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The random video of the week(ish):
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I'm still having trouble thinking of you as something other than 'sev'. I guess I'll have to get used to that.
That's a weird experience. I'm not sure what it means, but I don't think you're delusional.
If you both can't communicate, then maybe it doesn't understand you want it to leave.
I don't know what I'd do with as many copies of myself as that guy in the video had...
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