hundreds of fairies could be seen in the distance. Rapidly flapping their wings fluttering, moving to the rhythm of the melody of the Symphony number five in C minor Beethoven in a solemn atmosphere. The grass was wet where I lay my body pricked by millions of sites, but no pain. Flutes, oboes, bassoons, trumpets, cellos, drums! Ta-ta-ta soooo. I looked up and the salmon sky reflected my smiling face. He felt the tingle of millions of little men walking through my skin and let out a laugh that startled sound. Or fairies, or gnomes, I'm fucking alone now, except for the pink unicorn. Endorphins keep me in a welfare state and I feel I'm in paradise, My body euphoric rise of the pasture and notice how float over the city. I am weightless and ethereal, leaving me wandering in the breeze like a cloud. From above I can see everything. Violins! Ta-ta-ta sooo. The chimney smoke envelops me and I notice a slight tingling in my arms, my neck, my chest, my p. .. Will you bastard! I strongly slapping the air, violently away that sticky smell and my body plummets. I try to scream, but I can not vocalize and after a couple of attempts I finally give up. Ta-ta-ta taan! And the music stops abruptly.
At one point three seconds I'm back in the repulsive ground, covered in mud up to his ears and sore from the blow. I smell bad and my heart beats fast. Trembling, I try to build slowly and I feel electric shocks on my legs. I feel disoriented, my strength fails me and eyelids heavy. Do not let us do it, we want stupid and angry to fight among ourselves. To vote, buy, invest, breed and the cycle is complete. Damn ... Everything is spinning. I think it's time for another shot of my favorite tryptamine ... Hello again, small!
