musicaly induced space travel
|my pulse quickens, my pupuls dialate
my mind is empty my muscles are limp
conciousness has dissolved, nothing but electricity
the worm crawls up my spine, it has me now, it has reach the frontal lobe
hallucinations ensue and a neddle scratch wakens me from my reverie and lethargy.
the needle skips, i turn the record over and again am taken to the halls of great spiritual beings
the needle has run its course, the vinyl begins to creak, my eyes burst open and i have been transported back to my room