What would the inside of your mind look like?
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My mind is an appalling dump-heap,
Overflowing with the most disgraceful
Assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable,
Mangled up in tangled-up knots!
Overflowing with the most disgraceful
Assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable,
Mangled up in tangled-up knots!
my mind would be made up of two major warring factions, possible more but im not sure about them, with a third oen trying to stop them from fighting.
aesthetically aesthetically it would be alot like red alert with random insane technologies beign thrown around alot by both sides.
aesthetically aesthetically it would be alot like red alert with random insane technologies beign thrown around alot by both sides.
Rainbows, unicorns and magical pretty things...
All being blown to shit by me and the warring factions of my personality: Laziness, competetiveness etc...
With a bunch of random stuff everywhere like Polaranaraus Robotiraptor Rex everywhere, oh and naked hot chicks everywhere and trees made out of bacon...mmm...bacon
All being blown to shit by me and the warring factions of my personality: Laziness, competetiveness etc...
With a bunch of random stuff everywhere like Polaranaraus Robotiraptor Rex everywhere, oh and naked hot chicks everywhere and trees made out of bacon...mmm...bacon
Probably pretty spacious with dim lighting, and soft walls to slump against. Maybe a chair with one of those huge grammaphones that says 'yeah, I AM that classy, *****'
And flamingos. Lots of flamingos.
And flamingos. Lots of flamingos.
Hard to say, would probably change constantly I prefer to think and act at the time than plan ahead.
In short though, somewhere large, empty and quiet that doesn't seem quite right or Norway I always wanted to go Norway and it would be inhabited by Hamster, mice, chinchilla and all other assortments of cute rodents.
In short though, somewhere large, empty and quiet that doesn't seem quite right or Norway I always wanted to go Norway and it would be inhabited by Hamster, mice, chinchilla and all other assortments of cute rodents.
It'd be something like the sets for A nightmare before christmas, with LSD, Multiplied by Itchy and Scratchy and then covered in Chocolate..A.K.A it'd be some freaky freaky stuff..
Also it'd be divided into 3 zones,
Crazy Cartoony thinking and imagination, the central processing zone, and the tiny nation of Sex, Booze, Sex.
Also it'd be divided into 3 zones,
Crazy Cartoony thinking and imagination, the central processing zone, and the tiny nation of Sex, Booze, Sex.
An endless expanse of gothic cathedrals (Do a Google image search if you don't know what they look like). You never see the exteriors, only wander the interior rooms and vaults, and when you exit one cathedral, you enter another. The stained glass, relief sculptures, and other artwork depict various scenes, ranging from the prominent memories of my life and my most pleasant and optimistic fantasies near your starting point, to my most horrifying memories, emotions, thoughts, ideas, and fantasies as you move "deeper" (i.e. in any direction out from your starting point).
As you move further, you'll begin to hear sounds other than the flickering of candles, or the occasional piece of classical music that I have committed to memory. Skitterings and scrapings, sometimes footfalls or low breathing. As the sounds grow louder and more frequent, you begin to catch glimpses of movement out of the corner of your eye, so brief and faint that you cant be sure if you're seeing them or not.
The stone of the walls slowly goes from normal colors, to a pitch black obsidian. Feelings of dread and fear slowly begin to seep into you from the environment. You slowly begin to find that at least one door in every Cathedral is locked, then two, then four, the eight, and so on. The fear soon turns to outright paranoia, you find yourself unsure if the feelings are from my mind, your own, or from someone else's. You feel a presence within the rooms with you, stalking you, an oppressive force that grows stronger with each cathedral you enter. You begin to find
Eventually, you open a door, having it close behind you like any other door you've been through, and then you see them standing atop the alter:
The above drawing is from when I was five years old. It is of an eyeless, mouthless dog, its already crimson fur stained and matted with dried and fresh blood. Tentacles of indeterminate number (sometimes six, sometimes four, sometimes two) spring from its back. It is always "looking" directly at you, despite a lack of eyes. A pair of them have appeared at least once a month in my dreams for as far back as I can remember, always together, always destroying whatever sorrounds them.
You scream, the paranoia, the fear, turn to terror and panic. You turn and try to open the door you just came through, but find it locked, you run toward another door as the creatures slowly move off the alter, moving casually, their tentacles extend, slashing gouges in the stone, shattering the stained glass, from outside you hear screams and crying, in the voices of an infinite choir of men, women, children, and infants, along with a building sound, similar to the singing of the monolith from 2001: A space odyssey [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oU4Rk0NATNs].
You try other doors, finding them locked, your panic growing, till you find an unlocked door and rush through, to find another Cathedral, you turn to shut the door but find it to have vanished, the creatures are looking at you, closing in as they cut apart the stonework around them, perfectly symmetrical in their movements. You run, checking other doors, finding them locked, only to find one that opens and have it disappear behind you, the creatures begin to speed up, cutting faster, moving closer.
As you run further and further, deeper into my mind, the stained glass and relief sculptures begin to lack direct connections to me, you see images of the Holocaust, of Pearl Harbor, of September 11th, of the Battle of Felluja, the Vietnam war, the assassinations of Gandhi, JFK, Abraham Lincoln, the Trail of Tears, the Salem Witch Trials, and other atrocities, scenes of murder, war, genocide, and torture. Sometimes a few of the pieces of a stain-glass window will be missing, a live scene of the horror it portrays will be playing out behind it. The screaming follows you everywhere now, the beasts move quickly, running at your pace, and continuing to move faster. You begin to see people in each of the cathedrals, my loved ones, my friends. They ask what's happening, what's going on, but you ignore them, running by, only to look back and see them being easily cut to fluid by the monsters as they advance on you, their blood spilling onto them to add to that which had already been layered on them.
Finally you enter a Cathedral of pure, white marble, one with no exits besides the door that you enter through. You turn and slam the door behind you. You then lean against it, the panic and fear slowly leaving your mind, relief washing over you. You turn around to see a small, silver-gray kitten sitting on the alter, looking up at a crystal window through which near-blinding white light glows, you move closer, and as you approach it, the kitten turns.
As you move further, you'll begin to hear sounds other than the flickering of candles, or the occasional piece of classical music that I have committed to memory. Skitterings and scrapings, sometimes footfalls or low breathing. As the sounds grow louder and more frequent, you begin to catch glimpses of movement out of the corner of your eye, so brief and faint that you cant be sure if you're seeing them or not.
The stone of the walls slowly goes from normal colors, to a pitch black obsidian. Feelings of dread and fear slowly begin to seep into you from the environment. You slowly begin to find that at least one door in every Cathedral is locked, then two, then four, the eight, and so on. The fear soon turns to outright paranoia, you find yourself unsure if the feelings are from my mind, your own, or from someone else's. You feel a presence within the rooms with you, stalking you, an oppressive force that grows stronger with each cathedral you enter. You begin to find
Eventually, you open a door, having it close behind you like any other door you've been through, and then you see them standing atop the alter:
You scream, the paranoia, the fear, turn to terror and panic. You turn and try to open the door you just came through, but find it locked, you run toward another door as the creatures slowly move off the alter, moving casually, their tentacles extend, slashing gouges in the stone, shattering the stained glass, from outside you hear screams and crying, in the voices of an infinite choir of men, women, children, and infants, along with a building sound, similar to the singing of the monolith from 2001: A space odyssey [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oU4Rk0NATNs].
You try other doors, finding them locked, your panic growing, till you find an unlocked door and rush through, to find another Cathedral, you turn to shut the door but find it to have vanished, the creatures are looking at you, closing in as they cut apart the stonework around them, perfectly symmetrical in their movements. You run, checking other doors, finding them locked, only to find one that opens and have it disappear behind you, the creatures begin to speed up, cutting faster, moving closer.
As you run further and further, deeper into my mind, the stained glass and relief sculptures begin to lack direct connections to me, you see images of the Holocaust, of Pearl Harbor, of September 11th, of the Battle of Felluja, the Vietnam war, the assassinations of Gandhi, JFK, Abraham Lincoln, the Trail of Tears, the Salem Witch Trials, and other atrocities, scenes of murder, war, genocide, and torture. Sometimes a few of the pieces of a stain-glass window will be missing, a live scene of the horror it portrays will be playing out behind it. The screaming follows you everywhere now, the beasts move quickly, running at your pace, and continuing to move faster. You begin to see people in each of the cathedrals, my loved ones, my friends. They ask what's happening, what's going on, but you ignore them, running by, only to look back and see them being easily cut to fluid by the monsters as they advance on you, their blood spilling onto them to add to that which had already been layered on them.
Finally you enter a Cathedral of pure, white marble, one with no exits besides the door that you enter through. You turn and slam the door behind you. You then lean against it, the panic and fear slowly leaving your mind, relief washing over you. You turn around to see a small, silver-gray kitten sitting on the alter, looking up at a crystal window through which near-blinding white light glows, you move closer, and as you approach it, the kitten turns.
And you see that it has no eyes, nor a mouth. You freeze in place, the ground and the walls begin to shake, the marble of the walls quickly flakes off like powder revealing a black obsidian, stained with blood, below. The windows crack and shatter, the glowing shards falling to reveal all the previous horrors combined, the screaming symphony bearing down on you like never before. You turn, trying to run, only to see the door you came through rot and then be sliced through one of the creatures entering through the door, you turn back to see that the second creature has replaced the kitten, it slowly moves toward you, mirroring the movements of its twin. Both extend their tentacles on either side of you, one from behind, the other from the front. You feel despair fill you as the walls and ceiling of the cathedral collapse around you, leaving only the infinite horrors, and the two creatures to fill your vision. You're body is encircled fully by the tentacles, your eyes lock with the empty, flat space where the creature's eyes should have been
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It would probably look like a "Saw" movie designed by H.R. Geiger with the tortured people replaced by Masahiro Ito's wet dreams as David Cronenberg's hallucinations flicker about making scary noises.
Well for starters, music will always be blasting in there. Sadly there would be a lot of corpses everywhere, and probably some form of dark living area, not unlike an abandoned insane asylum.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IKRtS5oT_94
Example number two from this video. But with more sex, gore, and tales of epic heroism... and harems.
Example number two from this video. But with more sex, gore, and tales of epic heroism... and harems.
